Imbolc (Thursday Doors on Friday)

Some say you are three–not as maiden mother crone–but poet healerwise woman of craft. Imbolcis your season—between, butalways moving toward the light. The world is keeningin the depth of this winter.We light our candles–over and over it seems–to remember the passingof time, people and places. The sky is grey, dark.Too many nights have elapsedsince I’ve … Continue reading Imbolc (Thursday Doors on Friday)