I am not a neopagan. People get confused about that because I observe traditional Gaelic agricultural holidays. I do believe that cultivating spirituality through ritual is part of healing and connect us to the world around us.
I also believe very strongly in the healing energy of the ecological web of life which surrounds us. That is a lesson I learned from nature when I was a wild young creature growing up in the trees. That energy resides within us as surely as it lies without. When I gave birth to Brower, I remember as I lifted him through the water to my breast, I was very much aware of my own powerful energy.
The sacred is truly found in the mundane. I think we have lost sight of that as a society. Healing is sacred work. Feeding the birds is sacred work. Baking our own bread is sacred work. Turning off the power strips on the computer at night is sacred work.
When I spend time in nature; drawing healing energy from my connectedness to the ecological web that is life on this planet, I feel that sacred power. I return that power to the Earth by trying to live simply and serve my ecosystem with the work that I do.
Observing ancestral folkways is another way to reconnect. In learning their culture, I am honoring those who have gone before me. I am drawn to the wisdom of living a life more in touch with the rhythm of the land. In teaching that wisdom to our children, I am honoring all that is past, present, and future.
Tomorrow is the new moon but it is also a cross-quarter day; equidistant between the Winter Solstice and the Vernal Equinox. For ancients, I am sure the celebration was very much one of having survived the worst of winter as they began to recognize the first stirrings of spring. It is celebrated in many cultures.
One of the the oldest recorded names for this celebration is most likely the Gaelic name Imbolc ( Imbolg “in the belly” or oimelc “milk”) which makes sense when you consider the fact that this is likely the time the ewe’s milk would begin flowing as they prepared to give birth. In the Wooing of Emer it is written “Oi-melc, then, is the time in which the sheep come out and are milked.” Kuno Meyer has translated the following passage concerning the quarter day which leads some scholars to believe that purifications rites were associated with this quarter day.
Tasting every food in order,Harley 5280 fo. 35 b, 2
This is what behoves at Imbulc
Washing of the hand and foot and head
It is thus I say
Indigenous Irish gatherings tended to be held in a sacred place and the fires of each celebration were lit in that place. In Ireland, for example, the fires of Beltaine were thought to have been lit at Uisneach while the fires of Samhain were lit at Tlachtga. Imbolc is thought to have been observed domestically as it occurs in the depths of winter, but we really don’t know.
In Irish mythology this name given to three daughter of the Dagda, one of whom was the goddess of medicine and medical doctors and another of poetry and wisdom. The third sister was the goddess of smiths and smithwork and by association it seems possible that since the fires of Imbolc were lit in home hearths, it makes sense that it became associated with Brighid. That’s all we know about this goddess. Anything more you read is nonsense neopagan rebranding. There is nothing in the ancient manuscripts linking her with the day, and there was no such thing as a triple goddess.
When Christianity came along the missionaries assimilated many folk beliefs and so emerged St. Brigid; patron saint of Ireland and Imbolg became a fixed date known as Lá Fhéile Bríde. Irish folklorist Seán Ó Súilleabháin wrote, “Every manifestation of the cult of the saint (or of the deity she replaced) is closely bound up in some way with food-production.”
Butter, cheese and milk were favored foods of this feast. Common sense dictates that it would be safer to eat up the stores of milk, in the form of cheese, because fresh milk was becoming available. It is interesting to think of milk as a seasonal item, isn’t it?
The origin of Groundhog’s day is also rooted in ancient myth. Cailleach is a name sometimes given to an ancient winter goddess depicted as a hag. In some places, if Frazier can be believed, (which is honestly kind of doubtful) it was believed that if the day was cloudy and gray this meant that Cailleach was sleeping and spring would come sooner but if the day was bright and sunny Cailleach was out and gathering more firewood to feed her fire; thus winter would be prolonged.
As time passed the groundhog became the symbol we watched for. As Cailleach was reputed to be quite an ugly and dark goddess, I am not quite sure the groundhog deserves that comparison but perhaps it was made by some disgruntled gardener who was tired of her brassicas being chewed to the ground every year.
So this all boils down to the fact that tomorrow we will burn the greenery that I brought in for the winter solstice and weave Brigit’s Crosses to replace them. We will leave the lights off and light candles which we made especially for today. At dinner time, we will have a simple candlelight meal and be thankful for the light and warmth within our home. In the evening, I will spend time in front of my nature table with the new candles lit diving what my intentions should be for the year.
I hope that you find some sort of inspiration in all of this to think about your spirituality, how you practice it and how you might use it to bring you peace and healing.