Imbolc

150984_474350949299232_364526007_n tumblr_m4u0mwtuJ71qj85g2o1_500

Thig an nathair as an toll
Là donn Brìde,
Ged robh trì troighean dhen t-sneachd
Air leac an làir.
“The serpent will come from the hole
On the brown Day of Bríde,
Though there should be three feet of snow
On the flat surface of the ground.”

Imbolc Candle Chant

Candle bright burning fire keep within you my desire.

Now listen to the words I speak and clear a path to what I seek.

Let my wishes all come try as they burn this night with you

tumblr_mh9ayfxKeI1qd8bubo1_5003386_545082358836107_370919621_n tumblr_mfjp3mk3Da1rbvazfo1_500Home-for-the-Holidays-2-CaFleureBon-Winter-Foxes-by-Chuck-Groeninkil_fullxfull.381705098_1rjztumblr_mflgt2jXUm1rfrilto1_500tumblr_mcgjipicwg1rvag3co1_500tumblr_mh9al60ru51qd8bubo1_500

Imbolc Chant

Blessings to the coming Spring,
Come laughter, hope, and faery rings.
Winter’s tight and icy grip,
Slowly loosens, away it slips.
So welcome Spring with open heart
Farewell Winter as you depart.

tumblr_llsoh7LspC1qzdld4o1_500tumblr_mcd55vkjzF1rvag3co1_500