Waiting for Winter Solstice

Three days before Winter Solstice / We sit on your bench, my friend, / Overlooking bare-limbed woods, / New Hope Creek shining silver in / An arc of pools below. / I tell you my Winter Solstice ritual /These days is to watch the sunrise, / Sing to it, and mark its farthest / Point of standstill / Before turning . . .

Imbolc 2016 Reflections

Welcoming the return of the sun, the renewal of nature, and the re-emerging energies of the Divine Feminine in her Celtic form as Brigid, Goddess of Transformation, this year we celebrated her in her aspect as White Swan while we honored the mythic migration of our native tundra swans and their embodiment of hope, peace, and love. . . .