This year, Imbolc was also a very good time. There still was lots of snow, but one could already sense the first signs of spring in the air. After a very long January, Imbolc was the beginning of a new periode, a more ecstatic and happier time. There was so much hope in these days.
I celebrated Imbolc in a romantic, snowy and wild forest. At some places, we stuck to our hips in the snow. When we had found a nice place for our ritual, we built an altar in the snow with a candle and a swan feather. After calling to the elements and winds, we talked about about this time, what it meant for us. At the end of the ceremony, we drummed and sang a sacred song.