Ceremony took place on Sunday 31st January.
Drizzle, drizzle, rain and drizzle, that and the blowing winds are what heralded the coming out of Winter. The drizzle had stopped hours ago.
We had no fire (forgot to ask for one) to keep the flame going, so we pressed on in the dark. Boxes 1, 2 and 3 were unavailable for use, so no ceremony gear. With only a goblet filled with water and a tealight for the incense burner as we blessed the circle in the heart of the Grove, we carried on. Resilience was the fire that kept us going. The symbols of Brighid were not lost on us.
Luch Dorca led the ceremony and spoke of the significance of the Serpent within Druidry: the symbol of healing and regeneration, land and sky, of the phallus and procreation, male and female energies. And so he led us to create a serpent spiral to the centre of our circle where he read out a poem written with our words of the season:
‘Excitement and relief that new life is stirring in the earth and nature, all is renewed after resting.
In the bleakness of death and decay will the spark of light and life shine ever brighter.
A candle lit in the darkness; a breath promising spring.
Signaling the time of potential and growth following the reflection and hibernation of winter
The season of breathing in, and clear air.
Planning and waiting, waiting and planning the push forward is coming.
The love of the Goddess within the land.’
After this, there was an invitation to share any creative endeavours we will, individually, set out to achieve this year.
We presented the tokens of our Goddesses, or the women we were inspired by who we would make goddeses by chanting their names: infusing these tokens with intention and vibrations from our voices. This was to help us have them as a reminder for our creative endeavours, for us to call on our Goddesses to keep us going.
Finally, we gave thoughts for those who could not be with us, especially:
Greenfingers for recovering from his operation.
Cymro Arthan for recovering from his injury.
Dumbledore for riding the wave of his Winter mood.
All of the Grove were given our thoughts; the fatigued, the distant, the busy, the joyous (congratulations Mr. Chutney!), the adventuring.
And in that moment of silence and company, the winds had stopped. The dark was not oppressive, it was reflective and peaceful. A reminder that the dark is not to be feared.