Imbolc 11

Accept the wonders that make each of you unique. Each is gifted in their own way and you are to share those gifts freely. This is how it is to be of Tribe and herd. There will be clear indicators that you are with those of Source for they will speak of you and your talents. It is not in your nature to feel special but the more you use your gifts with purpose and love, the more you will begin to see how special you are.

This is not to say that you will not long for gifts you do not have. Those who can not sing love the sound of singing all the more. Those who can not prepare but the basics of food savor the taste of culinary delights even more so. This is envy of a good sort for envy in the light of acceptance of self equals respect for the gifts of others.

Imbolc 10

Music sings to you in new ways. Bring it from the background. Songs of old comfort with the wash of places and people thought gone but there in the tones and notes. Music of other places and types now reach to you. Hear the messages therein for music is of vibration. Vibrations of energy just as light. To transport. Across time more so than light and at a pace that fosters a different trip since the pace ebbs and flows.

Imbolc 9

Dreams can scream. See them as well as hear them. Learn to capture the gift upon reentering this realm. See beyond the fragments to the message weaved through the tapestry. There are forces at work slowed to communicate in images that you can process and handle. Open to the truth therein.

Imbolc 8

Fear not the tests of Imbolc for your linkage to the Source will guide you well. Imbolc brings the darkest of the dark and the coldest of the cold but this will not stay you. As the snow moon wanes, resolve escalates. This is how those of Source and Yule sustain through trials and tribulations that keep others to hearth and home. Imbolc is seeding time even as the ground is blanketed in white and cold. The work of Yule and the labors for Source are not just of fair weather.

Imbolc 7

Feel the joy of the Source as you move forward in trust that all will be right. The energy of the Source both feeds and strengthens. Let the flow swirl inward as sure as the umbilical to nourish. Feel the wash of protection and love as the Source rushes through the crown. This energy prepares you for what comes for what comes will require strength and resolve.

Imbolc 6

The routines are reshaped almost to the point of being shattered. This is the way of Imbolc for the energy of Yule pulses and pushes the flow of all things to new ways as Imbolc actions honor what was but rise to what is needed now. The harness is on and the field thought known but the new work plows territory unlike any prior.

Watch the team in the field and see the collective efforts. Harnesses linked must use all the ways of old but adapt to the pace of the even more capable team versus any single beast. See that the yoke is sometimes even pulled by those not yoked as all involved move to efforts for places are now well know.

Some will watch this in awe for the work will be spectacular. Pause the Tribe and herd at times to rest so that they too may savor this amazing season of birth and planting.

Milton

Flooded the marketplace.

Died of thirst waiting for change.

Let the shower cry me clean.

Damned the tears into solutions.

The Fool of the Hill has company.

Well-hung children on the Carousal.

Trumpety, bump, bump.

Trumpety, bump, bump.

The Fool on the Hill has company.

We prayed for anything but what’s here.

Playground so near the battle.

The Calvary of reluctant heroes.

Darkness ate away our sunny day.

Adios, Norman, Hello, Salvador.

The Fool of the Hill has company.

Well-hung children on the Carousal.

Trumpety, bump, bump.

Trumpety, bump, bump.

The Fool on the Hill has company.

We prayed for anything but what’s here.

Six-Six-Six, High five, metaphor.

It matters not, draw your sword.

Same old tune, forgotten Word.

Deny no more, it’s at the door.

The Fool of the Hill has company.

Well-hung children on the Carousal.

Trumpety, bump, bump.

Trumpety, bump, bump.

The Fool on the Hill has company.

We prayed for anything but what’s here.