Celebrating First Light, the festival of Brigid, with my dear women friends. Milk is poured into a dark ‘well’ of water in a bowl, making swirls and clouds. I watch mesmerised at the simple magic that comes from a symbolic gesture made in sacred space. I watch the milk of human kindness swirling into me, and the pure milk white of inspiration from the fire goddess. Something quickens. Maybe creative kindling is not too far away now.
I am filled with the fragrance of daphne. I sense that I am crossing a threshold.