Tomorrow is St Brigid’s Day or Imbolc.
It is my favorite of the seasonal holidays.
Falling between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox it is the time of year when the Earth’s rhythms and ours become aware that the sun’s light is returning. The dark winter is nearing its end.
Naturally, we chase sunlight like it has been lost forever. Standing in its glow it is warmer and brighter.
There is hope hiding in buds and within seeds waiting for the right conditions to explode into the harsh world of life and death.
Dandelions and Daffodils and Crocus burst through the ground in the colors of the sun as the foundational reminder that life is about to erupt into Spring.
Squirrels gather twigs to make nests. Birds begin to stake out where they will make their nests this year.
Yet, in all the readying there is the cold stillness of winter that lingers. Patience and preparation lays the groundwork for the beauty and wonder that will bloom forth in the coming months.
Life has balance.
Most days we miss it because the blue sky is covered with gray and damp skies, but it’s there if we are paying attention.