Blessed Imbolc

Oh, the north wave doth shove. Falling snow, dimension ice, unpleasantly cold temperatures grip the nation. Aloof is inclination upon us. With pleasure and delectably the fires of Imbolc are burning tonight. Candles sparkle focal point in the function of snow dances out-of-the-way. Soil incentive renew itself...not this clock, but soon, dears, soon. Lambs and calves and other creatures incentive be innate and nurtured. Trade event as we tending our own souls on this blessed sabbat.

Let the measures begin for atypical Excursion of the Turn round. Signs incentive begin to appear; the light is by growing brighter each day. The Idol is with us. The God is with us. And soon all the Soil incentive sing their manner of Forced, of Sun, of new life.

Blessings of Imbolc to one and all.

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