Meán Geimhridh

The day of rest and pause, the day when the year is cloaked in potential and the dreaming of all that can be. Light is an ember being fed by the dreams of the dark, sparking upon the kindling of imagination. Today is the day the dreaming is made real.



Today the ember of direct light illumes the passage from inner to outer, showing the way to this year's rebirth. Those things I need to carry with me shine brightly in this light: sigils and glyphs that beckon from ceiling, walls, and floor of the mind-womb, carved there by my hand awaiting their time to shine. I will remember them and carry them with me, companions in spirit and tokens of hope.

Blessed is the day.