Rain Rain Rain. Getting ready for Ostara.

The rain is here again. It has been dry and sunny.
Spring is just emerging. The rain will bring needed
help for our mother to shower us with her color and radiance.
I am already making strategies in my head.
Serrano peppers here, green beans over there
hmmm, cucumbers and lettuce.
Tomatoes and onions. I dig making salsa!!! Yum!

Then, the joy of picking wild berries! Making jam!
Chasing the starlings from the bush and getting the good ones.
The wild flowers that will cover the meadows.
The green has begun. The deer are roaming the yard.
The red-breasted robins are coming back in full force.
The ravens and crows forced to share the nourishment of the ground.

The rain does fall, causing my mind to
wonder and delight in the earth's
magnificent rhythm.

BLessed Imbolc

Oh Blessed Brigit
Inspiring poets
Goddess of the holy well and sacred flame.
Today we celebrate the awakening of spring.
We light the fire to mark the return of the light from the dark winter.
We braid the bread, made with grain and fire.
We hang the white cloth outside on the eve
absorbing your energy we may later need for inspiration.
It has been said your name translates as fiery arrow.
When we receive a brilliant idea from the muse
we do indeed proclaim that we are all fired up!

The christians wanted to put out your sacred flame and creativity.
No matter. They were no match for you.
Simply calling you Saint Brigit
to lay claim to your land, people and spirit
Yet, if one looks thought he haze
of this spell cast, they will find many
who keep your fire alive
for they know you bring the light, the ewes, healing
you bring good fortune and the knowledge
the light is coming
the darkness is retreating.