'Snowdrops, snowdrops,
Little drops of snow,
What do you do
When the cold winds blow.
Hang my little head and say,
Cold wind, cold wind, GO AWAY!'
Hmmm - nice nursery rhyme but needs a slightly different ending in my opinion…
'Snowdrops, snowdrops,
Little drops of snow,
What do you do
When the cold winds blow.
Call in the light of the Brighid fire
To kindle the potential of your hearts desire
As my wise crow sister pointed out to me this morning… today we are still in the thick of winter, when food stocks would traditionally have been getting low. We are sitting in the void, in that in between space. Not mid winter and not yet spring. Seeds are still germinating, full of the potential of their own blooming. The snowdrop shows us the way, as it reaches for the light, reminding us that we too will emerge soon into the sunshine. Into spring. Into the fullness of our beings once again.
I awoke this morning feeling very blue so I decided to go for a walk in nature. I let the cold wind blow through me and I felt the fingers of her breath upon my cheeks. I invited that fiery wyld woman with her ragged hair flying in the wind into every part of my being, cleansing and clearing away the cobwebs . I let the fire Goddess, the wordsmith, speak through me so that I could share my day with you guys, and make your day a little less blue.
I don’t have any snowdrops in my garden yet, but the daffodils are pushing their way through the soil, showing their heads in the bitter cold wind as night starts to fall. Yes it is still winter, but the days are getting longer one day at a time and I can feel the warmth of her fire within me. I can feel the burning desire of creation in my belly as I am inspired once again by my muse, the Goddess Brighid.
Blessed Be.