Brighid crafted a Celtic salt scrub and led us underground to a warm "grotto" where each woman took a turn discussing something that she wanted to leave behind in the winter soil as she turned to Spring. Her sisters scrubbed her back with the salt scrub and chanted magic for her as she exposed her new, tender skin to the Spring. Many pairs of hands on each back, rubbing and scrubbing and touching with warmth. Many voices chanting for each goal, raising energy, bringing change. Then, into the warm "waterfall" to wash away everything between her and her new growth. Finally, each woman slipped into her warm, lovely robe. And, on to the next woman. And the next, and the next.
We lounged around on soft couches and went on a gentle guided meditation to touch the bulbs and tree roots ensconced underground with us, in the gently-warming earth.
And then, robed, relaxed, renewed, we ate and drank and talked late into the early Spring night.
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