The Old Ways Daughter

Imbolc, the beginning of a new Spring

Coming at lambing time, around 31 January - 2 February, Imbolc (or Oimelc) celebrated the beginning of the end of winter. New lambs were born, and a dish made from their docked tails was eaten. Women met to celebrate the return of the maiden aspect of the Goddess. This survived into Christian times as the Feast of Brigid: the saint was a Christianized version of the pagan goddess who was the daughter of the Dagda. In the Outer Hebrides, Celtic Christian celebrations of this festival lasted into the twentieth century, with women dressing a sheaf of oats in female clothes and setting it with a club in a basket called ‘Brid’s Bed’.



On this Imbolc day, as I kindle the flame upon my hearth,
I pray that the flame of Brigid may burn in my soul,
and the souls of all I meet today. I pray that no envy and malice, no hatred or fear, may smother the flame.
I pray that indifference and apathy, contempt and pride, may not pour like cold water on the flame.
Instead, may the spark of Brigid light the love in my soul,
that it may burn brightly through this season.
And may I warm those that are lonely, whose hearts are cold and lifeless,
so that all may know the comfort of Brigid's love.

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Goodies on Wednesdays

If I could go back

Finally the day is over. I seriously can't describe my last days, but nightmare isn't the word. It just feels like my soul left me and travelled to another dimension. I hope it returns in safety.
Gonna lay me down, watch a movie and try to fall asleep before solitude decides to invade me again. I just can't stand so many thoughts, doubts, dreams and illusions that are in me, so soon as I close my eyes. I wish I could go back in time, I wish I could see me in the mirror and despise my mortality, feel I'm forever immortal, painless and cold... maybe then, I could be happy in my own darkness and blindness, because to be good in this life, means to be lost and hated by others.
Goodnight, and I hope you had a better weekend than mine. 

The changes in me

Hello everyone,
I'm really sorry that lately I've been blogging without quality, but I tried to find some inner peace.
I'm still in Portugal and don't know what the future will bring, but soon some answers will come and I might tell you all about what will come next.
I've been studying all the time, trying to get so much knowledge as possible so I be prepared to handle with the next chapters of my life. I created a new blog on permaculture, agriculture, sustainability and herbal medicine, but unfortunately for many of you, all the texts are in portuguese but tomorrow or so, I will enable the google translater gadget, so don't be disappointed.
All my days are quite lonely but at the same time I never felt alone, I'm actually enjoying all the silence that lately surrounds me. Not that I've lost my faith in people, but sometimes we need to experience solitude so we can value life and see it in a different perspective. I usually do it, so I don't get lost in this dramatic life. I'm not the most social person but I'm not hidding from people and avoiding problems, I'm just giving time to myself and listening to my needs, and so, I can go outside and breath as many don't have the pleasure to.
I will blog so soon as possible, and hopefully with more photos and news.
Goodnight.