Pneumatised!

Merry meet,

Well, as the title says, it’s Sabbat time again. This time it is Imbolg, also known as St. Brigit’s Day or Candlemas. It has also been called Oimelc. As I am fortunate to participate in a few different ritual groups, now when a Sabbat comes up I get to celebrate it not just once, but twice, or thrice if I really want to. Wow! This gives me pause to reflect on the community that I’ve come to be a part of and how things have somehow spiralled from there. Years ago (going back to my teenage years), I never would have thought that this community existed, even though this particular community has been around almost as long as I have. I was just a young’un when this community started up not knowing it would one day become such an important haven for many wayward souls dissatisfied with mainstream religion and spirituality. So, I’ve become part of a community nearly as old as I am (granted the pagan community in general is much older… I keep hearing stories from my older peers about way back when…) and I somehow am not sure how I managed to accomplish this.

Now, for someone who is normally busy and bouncing off the walls with too much to do (because I so enjoy learning new things and find life boring without any goals), it sometimes seems like too much to celebrate one Sabbat up to three times in a year. However, Imbolg is different for me, mostly because Imbolg is dedicated to Brighid nearly invariably. Brighid, the patron goddess of this website. So, tonight is the start of my spree of Imbolc rituals.

After coming back from ritual tonight, I feel quite energized likely due to the energy of Brighid. I think it is just the reminder of her and my dedication to her that has me up and wanting to write and get things done. Once again, she has managed to inspire me and sparked my thoughts into action. Tomorrow, I suspect she will do the same as I am off to the second Sabbat ritual this week. Then there is Sunday night which I hear will be interesting. While I am told it is to be a Norse ritual, I can’t help but feel that somehow Brighid, although Celtic, may be in attendance in some form or another that night. I guess I will see. For now though, I will just marvel at the magic of Brighid and the forces that be that have brought me to my path.

MP and BB,
Cassandrah
(feeling spiritually ecstatic or ecstatically spiritual)