Blog Post Title Two
Beltane: Coming May 1
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you. There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest. If you read the words back and don’t hear your own voice in your head, that’s a good sign you still have more work to do.
Be clear, be confident and don’t overthink it. The beauty of your story is that it’s going to continue to evolve and your site can evolve with it. Your goal should be to make it feel right for right now. Later will take care of itself. It always does.
‘In The Belly’
This is from an email sent to my subscribers.
Imbolc is traditionally celebrated in my ancestral Gaelic & Celtic roots on February 1 & 2.
The etymology of Imbolc from old Irish means “in the belly” referring to the ewes gestation, a promise of a lamb.
As women, with wombs, we are creating, birthing, renewing and restoring throughout our lives.
Imbolc, or midwinter is an opportunity to connect more deeply with what we are ‘gestating’ at this time.
In the spirit of this date I offer some thoughts on feminine traditions from my roots.
Imbolc is important enough that it is a dedicated holiday in Ireland. Brigid, is associated as the patroness, a key saint by many, honored traditionally as the one who brings the gifts of wisdom, poetry, healing, guardianship and is the center of the hearth of the home. Her Gaelic predecessor, Cailleach, supposedly gathered firewood on this date so that the hearth was sunny and bright, burning fires within.
Our first home, our first hearth, is the womb. This sacred vessel has rhythmic cycles, one of our vital signs, as an indication of our wellness, our health. Most of us require deeper understanding and practical care of this vital hearth, this area of feminine mystery, and her routine cycles and flows.
“Brigid of the Mantle, encompass us,Lady of the Lambs, protect us, Keeper of the Hearth, kindle us. Beneath your mantle, gather us, And restore us to memory. Mothers of our mother, Foremothers strong. Guide our hands in yours. Remind us how to kindle the hearth. To keep it bright, to preserve the flame. Your hands upon ours. Our hands within yours. To kindle the light, Both day and night.”
Notes:
IMBOLC etymyology: Chadwick, Nora K. (1970). The Celts. Harmondsworth: Penguin. p. 181. ISBN 978-0-14-021211-2.
Ó hÓgáin, Dáithí. Myth, Legend & Romance: An encyclopedia of the Irish folk tradition. Prentice-Hall Press, 1991. pp.60–61
Imbolc is traditionally celebrated in my ancestral Gaelic & Celtic roots on February 1 & 2
The etymology of Imbolc from old Irish means “in the belly” referring to the ewes gestation, a promise of a lamb. As women, with wombs, we are creating, birthing, renewing and restoring throughout our lives.
In the spirit of this date I offer some thoughts on feminine traditions from my roots.
Imbolc is important enough that it is a dedicated holiday in Ireland. Brigid, is associated as the patroness, a key saint by many, honored traditionally as the one who brings the gifts of wisdom, poetry, healing, guardianship and is the center of the hearth of the home. Her Gaelic predecessor, Cailleach, supposedly gathered firewood on this date so that the hearth was sunny and bright, burning fires within.
Our first home, our first hearth, is the womb. This sacred vessel has rhythmic cycles, one of our vital signs, as an indication of our wellness, our health. Most of us require deeper understanding and practical care of this vital hearth, this area of feminine mystery, and her routine cycles and flows.
Come in for a “seasonal tune-in” session for yourself and your inner hearth.
“Brigid of the Mantle, encompass us,
Lady of the Lambs, protect us,
Keeper of the Hearth, kindle us.
Beneath your mantle, gather us,
And restore us to memory.
Mothers of our mother, Foremothers strong.
Guide our hands in yours,
Remind us how to kindle the hearth.
To keep it bright, to preserve the flame.
Your hands upon ours, Our hands within yours,
To kindle the light, Both day and night.”