Winter Full Cold Moon
In just two days those of us who follow the Celtic calendar will celebrate the coming of Imbolc. I’ll write more about it on Monday, but I wanted to note here the difference in timber and resonance between post-Epiphany January and the holiseason just ended. We move now into the ordinary days, days when the sense of expectation and sacred presence relies more on our private rituals, our own holydays.
In my own case, for example, Valentine’s Day lends this time period a certain magic as its pre-birthday spirit invades the present. Also, for me and my fellow Woolly Mammoths, this next week marks our annual retreat, so we get ready for it, this time again at Blue Cloud Monastery in South Dakota. It is, too, for those with any presence in the Chinese world, just a couple of weeks before the beginning of the spring festival, or, as we know it here, Chinese New Years. This year it begins on my birthday.
Imbolc, too, has sacred resonance and its six week period marks the beginning of the growing season here as seeds for certain long growing season vegetables like leeks must get started.