Argh.

Bah. I hate my uterus again. It's giving me the same stupidity it did in July, when I thought I was going to bleed to death. With the pain, and the hurting, and the ~glavin!~....ugh. I dislike this more than you could imagine. Thusly, I will be doing little physical activity until this uterine torture stops.

Mm. We have so much snow here. Windy, too - sort of gapped-out space cadet today. This sort powdery sort of snow makes the world look like it's got a poofy white blanket - and it makes me want to talk with Bríd. I'm slowly putting the connections together between her and The Cailleach. I think that's why perhaps I couldn't get a fix on her before now - I was still dealing with Cailleach, who is the winter side of Bríd, and I hadn't clued into the fact that one is related to the other. Armed with this insight, I may have better luck this time. I still have to build Cailleach an altar, but with my limited space I may decide to have her share one with Bríd. She already has an established shrine here in my kitchen.

I should get some beeswax and make candles, too. Or something. :) I like to do that for Imbolg. I also clean all my jewelry and my athames and whatever else I can shine up, esp. the coins on Bríd's shrine. Mebbe this year I can cook some lamb...mmmmm lamb. :)

Hope everybody's warm and safe, and thinking candle-bright thoughts...love to my tribe. :) If you've got some happy thoughts for my woman bits, I'll take those too.
-M.