Blessed Imbolc

The earth stirs the tiniest bit. A spark pops into being and thus begins the first idea that Spring will be coming to life before we can say "Rabbit, Rabbit"! This is Imbolc. In a wintry place it is impossible to see much in the way of signs of Spring. The later sunsets are the most apparent sign. Longer days, a second at a time.

Imbolc offers the opportunity to welcome our own stirrings: from quiet nights and short days, to begin thinking about the warmer times ahead of us; not just the physical realm, but the spiritual awakenings as well. Does a spark burn a bit in yourself now?

Well, I have been in hibernation for the last couple of weeks. Partly because of the frigidity of the northern clime I live in, and partly because the family, myself included, have been ailing with head colds. Mutually miserable.

Today we have managed to receive a little over two feet of snow. Buried the durn groundhogs!

My snow castle

Husband and son enjoyed the Super Bowl last night. I enjoyed the half-time show. I made good football game food. We weren't really rooting for either team, but because I live closer to New England than Seattle, I am glad the Patriots won.

Time to continue with my wintry duties: reading in front of the fire, cuddled up with kittens and an old dog.
Back soon.

Last night's fire