Wishing you a blessed Imbolc tide! We put out cloths a couple nights ago, as is one tradition celebrating the potency of this time, asking that they be blessed as healing cloths for the year to come (though one is still but freshly spun yarn). Thank you Willow, Hazel, and Hawthorn for holding them these past two days.
I don’t think I will wait so long this coming year. I suppose any day could be a good time to ask this favor. .
Practicing mother, weedwife, animist, human, who's very thankful to live on the coastal plain of Southern Maine, in Wabanaki terretory, near a place called Owascoag.