Imbolc Valentine Moon
Brilliant. New snow, a sun climbing the heavens, reaching for summer. That hope for release from a long winter. A space shuttle ride to the green of spring after 5 months of death and decay. Yes, I love winter. I love the snow, the cold, the sense of enclosure, the lengthening nights. And, yes, I love spring. Bloodroot, daffodils, new leaves of green. Birds and dogs and kids and all the blooming buzzing confusion. (yes, william james)
This point, right now, is like the fulcrum of a seasonal teeter-totter as the cold of winter still sits dense and heavy on its end, holding spring up high, faraway from the ground. Spring, unlike other strategies in such a situation (you know, piling on more kids or calling for mom and dad), simply smiles on winter until winter lets up, first balancing the long board, then letting spring’s end come all the way down to the ground.
There is an energy that pours itself into the bones as these seasonal changes come, as if the body wants to merge with the onrushing transformation. Bones feel lighter now. Smiles come a bit more often. Toes want to be stood upon. Shoulders no longer cry for more sweater, more coat, more scarf. Instead they want to be open and warmed.
No. It’s not yet. Not yet. But I can see winter’s resolve beginning to melt and spring’s end of the teeter-totter slowing beginning to inch its way up.
