We enjoy celebrating the traditional festivals of our ancestors on the quarters and cross-quarters of the year. This often confuses folks when they find out that I am not Wiccan. Like they say in Scotland, ‘Ach, weeel…’
Imbolc is the time to bring that heat of creativity from the cauldron, or womb, into being. Time to bring the fire back into the world.
We had friends over to celebrate and though the bonfire was short-lived, we did burn the last of our Yule greenery and to clean my cauldron in the flames. Then we all shared food and cupcakes and conversation.
Our celebration felt complete, even though it wasn’t long as the spring/summer/fall fire festivals tend to be.
And just so you know, not being Wiccan in no way keeps my family from teasing me about being a witch!