Cerridwen was lit by the silver moon as she came into the bay in a coracle, it came to rest on the beach. Without hesitation she stepped onto the sand and stood firmly on the Irish shore. Her fair almost white hair hung straight down her back, it rippled in the breeze from the sea. Her dress was blue studied with stars and moonstones. Her grey eyes scanned the beach before she lifted the cauldron easily and gracefully from the coracle. She walked towards a prepared pile of wood. She placed the cauldron on the ground and took from it a linen sack and a flask. Cerridwin stood waiting calmly for her sister to appear.
There was a flurry of movement and Brigid came bustling through the dunes and ran to Cerridwin and engulfed her in a hug. In return Cerridwin bent down and embraced Brigid lightly. Then she stood back and looked at her sister. Brigid was almost twirling in her excitement. Her red wild curls were tumbling down her back, her ample figure clothed in rusts and green, Cerridwin smiled as Brigid chattered and laughed as they worked together to brew the Essence of Spring.
Brigid lit the fire and Cerridwin emptied the herbs and sacred water into the cauldron. They lifted it onto the fire and watched over the fire and cauldron as magically the essence was distilled which would wake nature from its winter slumbers and bring the rebirth of the bright burgeoning of Spring.
Happy Imbolc With Blessing Merry Rambler Hazel Tree Story Teller