If you found yourself in the doldrums yesterday, the day before, or at some point in your recent history, it may have been due to the shadow-lengthening aspect of “The Return of the Light” of Imbolc, celebrated today and tomorrow, February 1st and 2nd.
Yesterday I had so many plans upon waking for my week of fun and instead found myself trapped in the density of the energy for most of the day, feeling like an utter failure, as if no one cares what I have to say, and at a complete loss as to how to move forward in our lives. It’s a particular kind of paralysis that is triggered by feeling overwhelmed.
I kept asking Jon to give me space so as not to dump all over him, and he kept not listening to me.
“Do you want a fight? Because you’re trying with all of your might to make one happen right now!” I finally said when he would not let me be so I could regulate my emotions and energy.
“Sure, let’s fight!” was his reply.
I told him to GTFO of my office and thankfully he complied. I really did not want to fight.
At some point last night, I started feeling lighter. This was after I hosted a check-in thread over on Facebook. So many people feel as if they are just hanging by a thread right now, and yet we all just keep going, pushing harder and harder to survive this reality that has become untenable in so many ways.
It always helps me to know that I am not alone in what I am feeling.
Today I woke to Imbolc, after a solid downpour last night which cleared away most of the gunk. Tomorrow it is predicted to be sunny and bright here all day long.
Imbolc is the pagan high holiday that sits midway between the Solstice and the Equinox. Imbolc honors Brigid, the goddess of fertility, life, and communication, and celebrates the beginning of spring. Brigid is a lover of animals and a supporter of writers. She’s a favorite of mine to call upon and an energy I often invite to work through me. Imbolc is an excellent time to plant seeds, both literally and metaphorically. Yesterday’s drek was old, dead stuff, looking to leave.
Brigid is the cauldron with the fire beneath it, creating and sharing with the world.
From Ursula during last week’s transmission. Thank you to
for your transcription work. I did not know the above about the cauldron and the fire when it came through me.
”Imagine your yin right now is this massive cauldron of energy in your body, just gently simmering lit by the fire of your yang beneath it, the cauldron and the fire, yin and yang working in concert, as one. So the energy of Imbolc really celebrates this cauldron-like experience of the yin, lit and supported by the yang, which then, of course, allows the yang to take directed action once the energy is set. You set the energy in your cauldron with the help of the yang and then you take steps using your yang as you settle back into your cauldron of the yin and receive. “
There is often a need to clear out the old to make way for the new and shiny, for the upgraded versions of ourselves. If you’ve been down the past few days, you were simply sorting through your old scripts to discard and make way for the new ones now that Imbolc has arrived.
Happy Imbolc to you all!
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Great stuff! I have felt it strongly myself and woke today thankfully to sunshine and much less muck! Glad I’m not the only one who experiences this and that you share your dark days with us as well. Some days I just feel I’m going bat shit crazy and I’ve stepped backwards a million steps. Here’s to better, lighter days! ❤️
Well, we no longer are in positive Jan.. Your wisdom, your intelligence, your loving energy, your laughter, you are a gift to me. Thank you for sharing yourself.
Hey, I loved that cauldron/ fire image. So great.
I went out to plant a row of peas and some radishes. Our greenhouse is a funky beautiful plant box, 10 x 10 with raised beds. The ancient wooden door had 1 inch of melted snow mud on the ground so that I couldn't pry it open more than 10 inches. ( I was too lazy to get a shovel) so I sqeeeeeezed into the garden. My favorite dress almost ripped as it got caught on the chicken wire, but I unhooked myself and got through the doorway. Seeds planted, I sqeeeeeeezed back put. My intention as I planted was to grow more confidence, trust in my intuition and love myself even when I falter. Also, get that house on the southwest of Ireland!
Love you Nora. Happy happy Imbolc and BIRTHDAY!!!