Often, I find myself filled with wonder at something I did or wrote, that was lost to my memory with the passage of time.
Hey, I'm Dona, intent on living my best life. I hope you are too! Grab your favorite bevie and have a seat.
Saturday, July 27, 2024
Of messages from the past
Wednesday, February 1, 2023
Notes on midwinter
Imbolc
This steady rise of a new year’s
unharnessed energy can quickly become uncontrollable chaos. But oh, the
potential!!! Take a close look at that world. Inside potential exists all which
is potent – from the Latin word potentia meaning power.
This week we observe the midpoint of winter, known as Imbolc, which follows the winter solstice (Yule) and precedes the spring equinox (Ostara). The annual celebration known as Imbolc lasts from dusk on February 1 until dusk on February 2. The traditional day to commemorate Imbolc is February 1, while some choose to do so on February 5 when the sun will be at its exact astronomical midway of 15 degrees Aquarius, or on the second full moon following the winter solstice, known as the Full Snow Moon. Around the world, many different religions observe this Gaelic holiday in unique ways.
Imbolc is an ancient holiday celebrating the very first stirrings of new life—the earliest breaths of spring. Even though there may still be snow on the ground where you are, though it’s freezing cold outside (as it is here in Idaho) we are beginning to feel the very earliest hints of spring rising in our spirits, and in the ground.
After months of turning inward, of
hibernation and rest, life is beginning to stir again.
Historically,
and even today, Imbolc marks the start of spring and the birth of the first
lambs. Spiritually, this is a time of new life coming into manifestation. We
may only be seeing the tiniest hints of life above the surface, but things are
really beginning to stir in the darkness. Imbolc (pronounced IM-bolg or
IM-bolk) is Old Irish for “in the belly.” Also known as Oimelc, Lady Day, and
in Christianity, Candlemas or St. Brigid’s Day. Other names include Feast of
the Torches, Lupercalia, the Feast of Pan, the Snowdrop Festival, the Feast of
Waxing Light, Brighid’s Day and many, many more names. This is a time to
welcome the change by lighting white candles.
This time of year correlates with pregnancy and Brigid, the Celtic goddess of fire and fertility, is honored at this time. The seeds of spring are beginning to stir in the belly of mother earth. The term oimelc means ewe’s milk. Around this time of year, many herd animals give birth to their first offspring of the year or are heavily pregnant. As a result, they are producing milk. This creation of life's milk is part of the symbolic hope for spring.
Over time, Brigid was named St. Brigid
by Christianity. Irish nuns, babies, midwives, dairy maids, and animals all
have Brigid (or Bridget) as their patron saint. St. Brigid's and the goddess
Brigid’s origin tales are very similar. Both have ties to milk, fire, the home,
and infants.
Through the regenerating force of the Sun,
Imbolc serves as a time of purification following the shut-in life of winter. Additionally,
it is a celebration of light and fertility that was previously celebrated in
Europe with enormous bonfires, torches, and fire in all its forms. Here, fire
stands for both light and warmth as well as our own personal inspiration and
enlightenment.
For many of us, these last few months of turning inward were all about identifying the things within us that we’re ready to let go of…to release. Those old heavy branches and dead leaves that we’re finally ready to clear away. Imbolc is the time to really let those things go once and for all. With the new year comes the talk of resolutions and goals, whether we act on them or not. The idea of out with the old and in with the new melds agreeably with this time of the year.
So, it’s easy to
say Imbolc is a time of transformation and change.
Sure, ideally, we talk about personal growth, change, and letting go of those things that no longer serve us with heartfelt anticipation and excitement. But deep down inside it also scares us! Change is easier said than done.
As creatures
of habit, we like things that are familiar and comfortable. But real change
requires us to let go of all that. We must set aside what we know and step into
a new way of being. And that can be extremely uncomfortable.
Somewhere, someone just read this paragraph, uttered “Nope!” and moved on to another
website or blog.
Imbolc brings us the opportunity to face these challenges. It’s a time of being tested. Just as the seeds and bulbs buried in the darkness of the earth find the strength to form new growth and reach upward, we too have the strength required to make real, lasting change. Can you leave what is safe, comfortable, and familiar in order to grow more fully into yourself? (I believe, yes you can!)
Maybe these last few months you have been dreaming up new plans and ideas for the year ahead. Dreams immerse you with hope and excitement, lighting the fires of creativity and inspiration within you. Allow this fire to give you the strength to walk through this challenging time of being tested by change.
Just like the groundhog making headlines this time of year, we’re also beginning to poke our heads out from our own inner worlds. This is the time to begin to bring your own inner work, those dreams and changes you’ve been dreaming about, out into the world.
How shall you emerge in the light of a new, young sun?
The colors and symbols of Imbolc:
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White, red or orange candles
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Sun symbols
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Snowdrops (first flower of spring) or
daffodils
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A tabletop fountain
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Something woolen or a sheep figurine
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Early greens like wild garlic
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Incense. Musk, frankincense, and myrrh. For
boosting energy, try cinnamon, basil and rosemary.
Monday, January 16, 2023
Monday Morning Motivation, 1/16/2023
Good morning! How are you? Have you ever thought… We are all tender and fierce. We are soft and strong. We are fragile and courageous. Sometimes all in one day.
A little backstory on Monday Morning Motivation...
Two years ago, the effects of exposure to the daily put-downs, arguments, and constant negativity doled out on social media began to take a toll on me. Working for the State in child-welfare at the time added to the heaviness. Fortunately, being an employee of Health & Welfare gave me access to health resources, and one of those resources was Lunch & Learn seminars available to employees via Zoom and WebEx.
One of the topics offered was the benefits of gratitude, and the scientific proof demonstrating the effectiveness of practicing daily gratitude. This practice can rewire our brain to be more positive, in a world that for all outward appearances seems hell-bent on tearing us down. Especially media, every form of media be it television, movies, music, and especially social. Some days it feels like everything we hold near and dear to our hearts, every belief we cherish, is being washed down a pitiful drain into the bowels of contempt for one another.
In addition, I had taken a course on Coursera titled "The Science of Well-Being" and in that course Professor Santos talked about hedonic adaptation.
From that, a seed was planted in my mind.
And so, I started sending out a private message every Monday to close friends, family, and co-workers (especially the latter, given the circumstances). Messages sent first thing Monday morning, designed to lift anyone who needed it that day. Nothing preachy or moralistic. Simply good, healthy positive words about them. I think the very first message I sent was "You are brilliantly amazing."
I do this with no expectation in return. It is my way of practicing gratitude and connecting with people. Just to let them know I'm here. Some look forward to it each week, others respond and tell me those words were just what they needed. Others never respond, and I've only had one person who responded to let me know I could stop sending them. I didn't ask why; I just honored the request.
Is it working? Yes, I believe so. I know it helps me and many others.
Wednesday, December 21, 2022
Notes on This Winter Solstice
Friday, December 31, 2021
Parting thoughts on this day
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Your Monday Photo Shoot: Sentimental Gifts
The figurines below are all from my sister, Chris. Silly as it may sound, I treasure each one, and they mean the world to me...because they are from her. The oldest is the little girl hugging a bird, with the word 'Love' written on the base. If my memory serves me right, Chris gave this to me sometime between 1982-1984. Next are two cats from Avon, which she gave me in 1986, the year we fulfilled a childhood dream of getting an apartment together. And last, but not least, is the pair of jumping dolphins, which I believe she gave me about ten years ago.
I'm not really a nicknack person, but I love these. And with the exception of a small chip on the Siamese cat's ear, I've taken extra good care of them over the many years. There was one other gift Chris gave me many years ago, for Christmas in 1978, the year our mother died. It was the first Christmas we ever spent apart. For years it was my most treasured gift ever and I had it for almost 30 years. But a few years ago it was accidently destroyed. It was a simple small plaque, with a color drawing of a little bunny sitting in a witch's type kettle, over a raging fire, with a very worried look on it's face. Next to the drawing were the words, "I'm in a stew without you." I loved it, because I felt the same way.
To some people, they are just junk. To me, these simple gifts are a token of my sister's love and appreciation...for who I am, what I am, and what I'll always be, to her. They are me, and they serve as a constant reminder of the memories we've made together over the years. Whether together, or apart.










