The Celtic Wheel of the Year

Last Wednesday was Imbolc or St. Brigid’s day, the celebration of winter reaching completion and the first signs of spring appearing. I say that as I look out and piles of snow and an outside thermometer reading of 10 F degrees. Perhaps it is because of the climate where I reside, but my primary sense of this holiday is that it symbolizes and celebrates Hope. The light gets noticeably brighter and the days longer. Spring is coming. New beginnings are on the horizon.

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Twelfth Night

Twelfth Night brings to a close the Christmas season and has become an important night of ritual for me. I didn’t grow up with a Twelfth Night tradition but, as a child, it was the Star in the East, the Magi, and their gifts of frankincense and myrrh that most fascinated me. Could we ever see that star in our sky? Who were these wise men? And what were these strange gifts? I am amused to think now about how I haven’t stopped seeking answers to my questions about the stars, the East, healing essences and all the mystical questions I had as a little girl.

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The Floozy in the Jacuzzi

I’m preparing a presentation on Dublin, and thought you might enjoy this quirky story of mystery, humor and art. When I was strolling down O’Connell Street in Dublin, I discovered this strange sculpture near the Post Office. It was of a larger-than life, thin, wispy, ragged female form lying as in a bathtub-like container on the sidewalk. I could not figure it out so asked a number of passers-by.

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