This will be my first conscious celebration of Imbolc.
As humans we intuitively follow the cycle of nature, along with our calendars.
It is good to take the time to purposefully observe the changes.
Im very glad to be aware of the ancient traditions and to see that perhaps I have it encoded a little in my Irish DNA?
That’s a thought that makes me smile.
“And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see – or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.” Alice Walker.
Winter too holds a promise.
The promise of fresh new strong growth from last years seeds
Seeds hard-wired by mother nature, encoded by their DNA to be triggered into growth by the hard frosty ground
“She enjoys rain for its wetness, winter for its cold, summer for its heat. She loves rainbows as much for fading as for their brilliance. It is easy for her, she opens her heart and accepts everything.”
― Morgan Llywelyn, Bard: The Odyssey of the Irish
Its helpful to take stock at these moments; to reflect on what has just passed and what is coming, and to prepare
I have been feeling the pull of change over the past week or so, and have been contemplating what Imbloc means
my thoughts have turned to seeds, planning what to grow, and preparing.
Mother nature never stops growing
Some edible fungi is triggered into fruition by the frost and snow, these are edible velvet shanks found yesterday.
she flowering already
and sowing seeds
and as the sun set
the moon rose
one replacing the other
a timeless dance that provides cylces, seasons, and an endless rhythm that makes sense of life
if we pay attention.