Imbolc celebrations

Oh what a night I had last night. Imbolc is the celebration of the first stirings of spring and of Bridget's inspiration.

I gathered together with a very grand group of women friends; artists, nurses, writer, teachers, mothers, scientists, seasmistresses and pharmacists. We had not been together for quite a long time and we bagan by walking the labyrinth in a local park. On the way in we meditated on the things that hamper our creativity and on the way out we sought our inspiration for the coming months.

Once we had sufficiently frozen our extremities we retired to a nearby home and gathered a feast. We had all bought far more that we could wat but we sat, ate and gossiped for a good two hours. Wine was drunk, men were reduced to sex objects and the world was made a better place.

We ended the meal by all telling what our creative projects for the coming months would be. Some of us are writing things down, some are learning new skills, one is making a baby! It was fantastic to hear all the fabulous plans we have.

Eventually we left the table and lit the candles on the altar; a beautifully decorated table with daffodils, greenery, stones and candles. We have all been chanting together for more years than I can care to remember, although now much less frequently that at other times, so we bickered a bit until we decided on our favourites and had a good chant for an hour or so. At points the beauty of the sound made my heart ache and at others the energy flowed through the room and made every cell in my body tingle.

I love to sit in circle with a group of friends, making music and magic.