My task this year is to learn, relearn and polish up all of my knowledge and put together a religious and spiritual practice based on my experience and my ancestry.
As I put together something (ANYTHING at this point!) to celebrate the Imbolc holiday, I have realized that this task is much easier said than done.
The first thing that I have done is to start going through my older holiday ceremony, go through historical information and taken a look at what some other bloggers have said about the holiday. But after I gathered all of that information, I realized, that is all great for these other people, but it’s not ME; it’s not MINE.
I am quickly realizing that in order to be true to my ancestry, I’m going to have to start putting together things on my own. I am not a re-constructionist, even though that would seem to me to be the easier path. I am not fully Celtic nor am I fully Pagan, as my German ancestry still screams to be heard. I am also not fully of the Norse, as the Native blood in my veins quickly reminds me that Turtle Island is my home. But yet I am not fully Native, as the Anglo Saxon/Irish heritage stirs my soul.
It’s made things pretty difficult, to say the least.
But as I said when I built this blog in the first place, this is for me to vet and work through my own beliefs and practices. With that in mind, I plan to ask my pipe if it wishes to be smoked during Imbolc to honor my Native heritage. I will bless my gardens in honoring Beyla, the landwrights and vaettir and my German heritage. Finally, I will do a small fire ritual to honor my Celtic heritage.
Perhaps in time I will be able to blend all of these into one full ceremony, but until I can wrap my brain around the mingling of traditions I guess it’s going to have to be separate.