Imbolc 2023 Poem

Inspiring my aspirations to live as more than a body,

Cultivating consciousness to become a whole being,

Actions, invocations and connections are manifest;

Fanned at Imbolc by Blessed Brighid of Hearth and Forge.

She who cannot be captured by a three minute pop song,

Moves in Symphonic form the Waves of the Universe,

Rhythms and timbre penetrating every part and quarter,

Her skilful baton waves in a flick: will I join with my instrument?

Her sight shines into me the possibilities of life and place,

I feel her at the embers of hearth also clashing sparkling anvil,

Awakening, stirring, preparing in this particular space;

The new snowdrops of quickening wholesome choices.

My dreaming this Imbolc has no extra insight or flaming swords!

Instead it has been quiet in waking they are hardly remembered at all,

A gifting of rest and peace as the embers grow feint yet;

Expectations of activity and work abound as day’s light lengthens.

My past is assuaged in her presence as desires find foothold outside mortality,

Within a forge of coals blown to fresh heat and fire,

No solipsistic parody of life seen in lives claiming to be led ‘my truth’;

Instead Im tempered by Brighids Truth and Her ways. I am Free to be.