A spine shivering, frosty sunrise…
Here am I, standing in the chill wonder of Imbolc morning.
This is the Celtic dawn of Spring, Feast of Brigid, a bridging archetype- both Goddess and Saint, snake whisperer and worker of wonders; otherwise known as miracles…
Later, limbs thawing, I walk out in the sunlight and joy flutters in my belly as the foetal lambs…
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