Imbolc Mountain Spring Moon
Imbolc slides into its next year spot on the Great Wheel tomorrow, as the Spring equinox returns. Imbolc is the transition season between the harsh mid-winter and the wild weather that precedes the growing season.
This Imbolc was mainly a settling in time for Kate and me. It began on February 1st, following Winter, or Yule, which came the day we moved into Black Mountain Drive. We were still wrassling boxes as it began, though their numbers had begun to dwindle and the remaining ones were put away behind closed doors to await more clement weather.
We did have two parties here, one on February 14th, my 68th, and another last Sunday for Celtic pride. They were in keeping with the spirit of Imbolc, that period of a lamb-in-the-belly, when ewes freshen and Spring, 1896 by Denis, Maurice (1870-1943) begin to give milk. Like the lamb-in-the-belly those parties represent a still gestating immersion into the Shadow Mountain neighborhood and the changing, warming relationships with family. Both should begin to flourish in Spring and blossom in Beltane.
This Imbolc has also seen Kate back to her quilting, finishing the work on my quilt which now covers my side of the bed along with several other projects, and my return to Latin and to writing.
Following the fallow, cardboard dominated winter, Imbolc saw, as it can, the signs of new life and the continuation of parts of the old. Spring will see this all this quicken and brighten. I’m ready for it.
