Imbolc!

Happy Imbolc!

‘Tis mid-winter day, and the weather is lousy – just what we want. The Old Crone stayed snug in her bed, and didn’t come out into the sunshine to collect more wood to make the winter longer. We celebrated the holiday with a hearty feast beef soup and fresh bread. We read a special Imbolc prayer, lit candles, and feasted with our friends Dana and Joellen.

This day marks the end of the darkest quarter of the seasonal year, and life is good.

Reflecting this morning, I realized how much peace I’ve come to know since breaking out of my male persona. It feels so good to not feel like I’m going insane! It’s a good time to consider it. I’ve been a year on hormones, six months presenting full time as a woman. It is at a turning point of sorts – a turning point in the season, a turning point in transition. I have dismantled much of my male persona, and I think my real self is shining through more and more.

Best of all, I like what I’m seeing.