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 Welcome to the Mid-Winter Blog Hop… Awakening the Heart! This hop is devoted to the 15th degree of Aquarius… associated with Imbolc, and covered in Tarot, by the Prince of Swords, The 6 of Swords and the Trump card The Star.

This time of year seems to have become significant for me over time… perhaps because my own natal moon is placed in this degree… good for Astrologers! this week in years past has also witnessed my daughters birth and the passing of my sister… events which have truly been an awakening of the heart on many different levels, in fact even in these personal events I can see the theme of the triple Goddess symbolized in my life.

I decided to lay some cards for this spread, using The 6 of Swords as a significator, asking Imbolc 001how the seed energy of Imbolc will be opening my heart this year. The 6 of Swords helps us to see clearly into the heart of the matter, opening a channel to allow spirit to become manifest on earth, to begin to realize our dreams……

The cards I drew were The Queen of Cups, The Knight of Swords, and to finish, The Princess of Disks. From where I am standing this looks to me like a very creative year, with new ideas coming in thick and fast borne on the airy wings of this speedy Knight. His intellectual strength is borne out by the power of his passionate emotions. The three swallows, body, spirit and intellect, fly alongside him and guide him towards his goals. The Queen of Cups suggests the importance of following my intuition..trusting in my emotions and focusing on allowing openness and trust in the process of the advancing Knight, going with the flow that is occurring. It looks to me like the Queen of Cups and the Knight of Swords will have a fruitful pairing this year, with the presence of the beautiful Princess of Disks indicating growth as their apparent offspring. The Princess suggests new things manifesting, completely concurrent with this time of year, and alerts me to the fact that is important to be ready for the new……

Looking at it in another way, I see the eternal story of Imbolg…. the return of the maiden goddess… the youthful aspect of the triple goddess of Maiden, Mother, Crone… who is referred to by many names, but in my part of the world, Brigid, Brid or Bride… who brings fertility to back to earth once more, as she joins again with her consort.

So inspired by this spread and the theme of Imbolc, my offering to you is my version of the moment when Bride meets her lover, in the forest, after a winter of waiting, for her heart to be awakened once more.

Brides Lament.

I stand in the darkness….silent among the stark trees….. there is no sign yet of the rising sap, and stillness cloaks the grove, not even a murmur of song ripples the air. The winter has been long, my dark hair lies matted and silvered, my once fine cloak is torn and muddied with the journey, my wisdom is given, my duties are over, I am spent, exhausted and cold. I weep for a past that I have lost, and the pain of my breaking heart that none but I can feel…….a lonely drifting woman, on a sea of indigo blue. I have listened to the stars speak their holy song, as I have striven to hear the word of god beneath them and I have searched in their sparkling faces for the hidden signs and portents secreted within their orbits. The final map has cleverly evaded me, even though I have been hunting all this time, for where is the buried treasure that I have sought? I have dug deep till my hands have bled, and the wriggling worms are sick of my scrapings, but although I have found much…these things have left me now, and I feel empty, lost and uncertain.
Crystals and round charms adorn my hearth but black iron tools I lack, for what is beauty without strength? I long to burn in the fire of the darkness, to be reformed and have the pain assuaged from my soul, to turn to face the west wind, with the breath of God behind me and draw the very stars down upon my head like a wedding veil, and pledge my life to you.

I stand waiting, in the darkness of the stark trees, no sign yet of the rising sap, but then in the silence I hear something… a cracking twig… a footfall, and I turn to see who is come.

The Invitation of the God

I stand still, in the whisper of the dawn…surrounded by the still darkened forest…..and I see her there, my Bride, my beloved. She looks tired this year, perhaps more tired than usual… her dark hair glints with silver in the darkness, and her shoulders stoop slightly. She always looks so, at Imbolc, but my heart still skips when I see her, my yearning for her never leaving me, always returning, in this eternal dance of love we play. For I want her to come with me and to show her a land where time stands still, where angels flow in rivers strewn with silver stars, that span across the galaxy. Suns and planets will measure the depth of our unity as we discover the rhythm of our life together once again. I want her to walk with me in the garden of forever, and to eat the fruits of forgetfulness, where none will heed us as we tarry in the shade of oak trees bare of leaves in the dusk of winter’s discontent. And we will clothe the earth once more with green, the sap will rise and the earth will welcome us home with open arms.

I stand waiting for her to turn. A twig snaps under my foot, breaking the silence of the grove, and she turns to face me, finally, and it seems like forever that it has taken me to find her once again, my woman, my goddess, my Bride.

The Witness

I stand apart, amongst the bare trees, on the edge of the grove, a silent witness to this holy act. I watch them standing there in the pale early light, as they slowly walk towards each other. Bride steps carefully through the trees, and the cares and worries of her winter past start to fall away from her, scattering like dead leaves on the forest floor. Her hair begins to gleam with the lustrous glow of youth, and her silver strands fade away to raven as her steps quicken. She moves faster, growing taller, and stronger, slimmer and suppler, until at the end, she is running with the fleetness of a young fawn, into her lovers arms.
They stand for a moment… foreheads touching… the silent communion of two who have been long parted…and then they turn and walk quickly away, disappearing into the dawn, as the sap in the black trees begins to rise, and the snowdrops push their heads out of the dark earth to welcome the virgin queen.


I hope you have enjoyed this piece…. I really enjoyed creating it! so please click on the links below to visit the other wonderful blogs. You can click back to Morgan Drake Eckstein, or forward to Benebell Wen….and continue round in the big circle of awakening hearts.


Triple Goddess Sulamith Wulfing