SPIRAL is a part of the First Unitarian Church of South Bend (click on the link for more about us), and we celebrate the eight Sabbats, sometimes at my house on the St. Joe River, and sometimes at the church. Tonight we celebrate Imbolc here on the river, gathering at 6:00 pm. (By the way, I just found out that it is pronounced ee' molc. Who knew? It took me forever to learn to say Sow' en at Samhain, now I have another one to re-learn.)
I am making chili for tonight's potluck, and have plenty of kefir . So the chili represents fire (it's pretty hot), and the kefir represents dairy, two thing associated with Imbolc.
I'm cleaning now. Pets make a lot of work. Just finished doing a complete take-apart-wash-everything bird cage cleaning. Changing the paper in the bottom tray only works so long, and then it has to be the big one. Figgy had to do a time-out while I did it because birds have been known to escape while taking the cage apart. He was unhappy! But it is unwise to have a loose terrier and loose parakeets in the same room.
Now down to the basement to clean up the dog and cat footprints from their door with backyard access all the way to (and including) the stair steps to the kitchen. My maid is nowhere to be found, so off to the basement as soon as I post this.
I cleaned up the poop from the backyard yesterday, will take another swipe this afternoon so that everyone can get to the fire unscathed when we go down to the river for our Imbolc ritual. But looking down as you walk is still advised!
My city-born and bred second husband made fun of me for always walking with my head down. One night after visiting my folks on their farm, he complained that someone must have poop on their shoes because it sure stunk in the car. I and my two children, all being farm-born and bred, are pretty careful. My daughter suggested he check his own shoes. Hah! There it was, a pile of it filling in the space between the heel and the foot of one of his shoes. We laughed. We shouldn't have. He didn't have much of a sense of humor, especially when my daughter called him out! But he did quit telling me to keep my eyes up when walking. LOL
Back to the business at hand - tonight's celebration. Catherine and Antonette have been working on our Imbolc (ee' molc, just a little reminder) ritual. Brigid will be called upon, and they say that she will be bringing a wishing well. Are you going to be here to drop your wish into the wishing well?
Right now, the weather is spectacular! Hope it holds for this evening. Imbolc is such an important Sabbat. For the Pagans of old, it marked the end of eating the meat that got hung at Third Harvest, Samhain, to get them through the winter. Now, at Imbolc, there would be spring lambs and fresh milk. Yay!
Whatever you bring to the potluck will be welcome. It is always good. We love to eat, and there will be a bounteous feast as usual, I'm sure. See you tonight!