Imbolc Memories

Images of Imbolcs past flood my mind.

Woken early, a gift of chocolates.

A simple ceremony in a local park.

Guesting with a coven, the smell of my hair burning!

Chanting to honour Brigid

Our Lucy pours out the offering of milk

Flames of hope shared in the cold

Warm drinks after shared in the warmth.

Long conversations of the Brighids in the past.

Memories…

Author: potiapitchford

Autistic mother with autistic kids. Hearth Druid and Heathen

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