Whether you are celebrating Imbolc or Lughnasadh, may the blessings of the season be yours!
And for those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, here are some lovely thoughts about those first stirrings of spring written by my friend Rhiannon:
I was assured that if I watched it closely, I’d be astonished.
I have been watching it, but nothing has happened. The winter has been hard, and dark, and cold. And long. Friends are weary, hearts are sad, bones are tired, and the nights are long. Winter has been long.
And then last week, out of nowhere, I noticed the first buds stretch above the soil in that pot. In the same week, a friend told me of the lambing at a local farm, and in the mornings, I can hear the early birds starting to build the opening bars of the dawn chorus.
Really? January? Yes! The hibernation of winter is already starting to bear its fruit.
At Imbolc, we can welcome the quickening of the year. Over the coming weeks, know that as you keep driving through the rain, keep swapping your bike for the bus, and keep boiling kettles for your hot water bottles…know also that the trees, bulbs and seeds are stirring. Know that the light is returning, and know Spring is coming. In the words of a good friend: the Earth whispers, but we may not always hear.
Have a little hope. Give a little thanks. Plant a little seed.
I don’t know what the buds will grow into, but at least I can see them now. I know that they’ll grow. And really, growth is nothing short of magic. And what is magic, if not totally astonishing.