My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I’m off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don’t understand.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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I am: me
I think: too much
I know: not enough
I want: a house
I have: too much junk
I wish: for peace
I hate: stupid people
I miss: my friends who have moved away
I fear: losing those close to me
I hear: the water dripping from the faucet
I search: for knowledge
I wonder: about a lot of things
I regret: some of the things I’ve done in the past
I love: my family and friends
I ache: when hurt by others
I care: about my boys
I always: try to see both sides
I am not: superhuman
I dance: not enough
I sing: out loud
I cry: when my emotions are moved
I do not always: spend enough time with my boys
I fight: for what’s right
I write: when I feel the urge
I win: when I listen to my heart
I lose: when I ignore the things/people around me
I confuse: almost no one
I listen: to others
I can usually be found: at the computer
I need: to practice in my spirituality more
I am happy about: my life in general
I should: go to bed earlier

QOTW

A day late, I know.
This being my first Imbolc ritual, it was rather small. But I kind of like small over extravagant. Sometimes the simple way can be the best way … and I like to keep things simple.
I set up my alter with my candles, incense (lavender-it’s all I have right now), athame, chalice of milk (don’t have wine), bell, water, salt, and the book I was using for the ritual. (Yes, I still use books … one day I’ll have things memorized.)
I cast my circle, invited the Goddess and God, as well as the four elemental spirits of air, earth, fire, water. I dedicated my ritual to the Goddess by chanting:

Babe in the cradle
Maid at the door
Gifts from the Goddess
awaken once more
in the seed and the
grain and the gentle
spring rain.

I then sat and contemplated the returning of the spring - the warm air, the plants blooming, the snow melting, and the Goddess all around.
Then I bid farewell to the elemental spirits and closed the circle.

Merry Imbolc!