Mostly because it's one of those "oh, I'm not prepared" then "oh, too late!" holidays for me.
This year was different, however.
This year I likened it to Early Morning.
Early morning... that magical, blissful time when it's still dark, and cold, and everything still sleeps.... when I have time for Quiet and Still... when I can think, and breathe, and hope....
That contemplative magic of This, this is going to be a good one.... the lovely part of the day when the ideas flow, possibilities abound, and my happiness and contentment make promises.
(I feel this way every single day. Clearly this makes me A Morning Person. [Smile])
Early morning, before the sunrise, when the earth is first stirring after a long, deep sleep.
Such is Imbolc.
I posted a couple of photos on my facebook page yesterday, and someone asked "Spring in your part of the world?"
No. Not really. Just promises that are there, if you seek them out, with an open mind and heart.
I have a little boy who needs lots of encouragement at the moment
so I do every thing I can
to help him to accept the Offerings...
And we come home to laughter,
rest,and scurvy Pirates.
I am hopeful.
And now the sky lightens.