I wrote a poem two years ago, and as we celebrate a manufactured new year, I thought it apt to share. As a Pagan the true new year is celebrated at the beginning of spring. That in my opinion is where it makes sense. Starting a new year during the cycle of winter, where we see decay, death and a barren wilderness of nothing, seems a little strange don't you think? Imagine manifesting a new life in the stillness of winter, where the coldness wraps around you and the escaping heat from your breath is a gentle reminder that you are still here. Is it just me or does that seem a little oppressive once you start to understand manifestation?

Anyway, Imbolc is a way off for now, but that doesn't stop us celebrating, and of course, we had the winter solstice on December 21st. A celebration of darkness and light in equal measures, but one where light begins to triumph, instead of diminish. The solstices are a celebration of light after all.

Light is the power of all life...