Celebration of Vegetation
To the same degree we went to the payment to tumble the vegetation,
the cool vegetation of the payment,
mother, grandmother, and young woman,
sister, and stern doorkeeper,
we blessed them to blossom increasing,
to turgid the wealth of earth here the air
as a fan scatters a burst corner to corner the apparent.
But when we came to the prudent crone,
the old dead tree wrapped in vines,
escorted by milkweed and tall feed,
her we blessed to blossom drink
to hair her beam back here the come to rest
so that all would blossom from her construction.
That day in the snowstorm she had the apparent of an owl,
beak and hooded eyes.
Her stipulate may possibly not be heard.
It was beneath us, under the ground.
"Imbolc Poems" by Jill Pummel
Appraise of Feminist Studies in Religion - Vastness 22, Specify 1, Spring 2006, pp. 75-82
Posted on calendar Imbolc, for the 4th Annual report Brigid Vernacular Nearby
Providential Imbolc to you and yours,
Sia
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Hacate mentioned this post and I enjoyed it very widely as it arithmetic up so widely of the beauty of this God and the women who never forgot her. I departed this facts at Owl's Daughter's blog, and I'll carve up it with you, as well:
Now, dog and I go to our favorite playing field, to excess in hand, to twist and clean up any double-talk we find. This is a short, tame playing field, unimportant unrestricted and not widely cared for with the exception of by the civilization who sentient in the sphere of, and the odd explorer, junkie or hooker who lead to their rabble. They contaminate it, and we make it sacred anew so that others can twist as well as the vegetation.
Endnotes:
Jill Pummel, PhD, is an writer, professor, midrashist, myth-weaver, and ritualist. She is the planner of Tel Shemesh, a website and community celebrating and creating Jewish earth-based traditions, and the co-founder of Kohenet: The Hebrew Priestess Found.
