
I could call it Candlemas for my Catholic mum. The more I read about Wicca the more I see Catholicism as a crafty type religion. Just one that gives all the power to people with penises.
But I am getting ready for Imbolc as it snows. I have lovely pale pink tulips from a reasonably (100 miles away according to Whole Foods) local farm. They are so beautiful that it is spiritual to gaze at them. My pink quartz sphere seems to take on an extra shine right now. Tomorrow I will declare myself for the witchcraft path, honor the Goddess Brigid, eat a delicious dairy based meal, and start the Spring cleaning!
I had hoped to be able to find some snowdrops, but no luck with that on the Eastern seaboard.
I am really ready to walk the path now.