The first flowerings of cow parsley |
Staying
awake into the early morning full of hopes and plans for the future.
I am all fired up, rising like Bridie's Imbolc snake into the newness
of things!
The
lovely newsagents near my house being available for the offering of
much needed and delicious coffee when I had to leave home early. It
is so close that I can just tumble, or crawl, in the door.
A
crescent moon of crocuses.
Listening
to Spock's Beard, and how music is so interwoven with memories;
tender thoughts of last summer.
Gatherings
of delicate Common Gulls and Canada Geese wandering on the Heath.
Handing
in some much-overdue reports, feeling the relief and the expansion of
possibility in my life now that they're done.
A
warm, friendly, and nourishing meeting with work colleagues and the
possibility of new adventures with tiny people ahead.
Visiting
St Blaise Well; pleased at making a plan to seek it out earlier in
the week and making it come true, moved by being in the presence of
sacred waters, visions of surrounding the well with white roses, the
good company of yew trees, snowberries, periwinkles, daffodils,
corkscrew hazel, lungwort, and the first flowerings of cow parsley.
Snowberries |
St Blaise Holy Well, of which more soon. |
Finding
newly grown daffodil leaves, which had pushed through the soil with
such determination to be born into the light that they were covered
in dirt. I love it when primroses do that too, as though they have to
really struggle to emerge; an inspiration and a perfect symbol of
what Imbolc means to me.
Determined to break through and grow ~ one of my favourite reminders of what Imbolc means. |
A
crow calling.
Speaking
sacred words of commitment to myself to the well and being blessed by
a wild wind that blew a great spray of water into my face! I feel
that I have been heard.
A
little girl, who can't have been more than two years old, running
along the road dressed as a tiny Victorian nurse. She had the hat and
the cape and was for all the world like a cross between a superhero
and an angel. Completely delightful.
Lovely
finds in my local charity shop..a beautiful blue silk dress, a long
winter skirt, a fluffy waistcoat, and the most beautiful dusky pink
scarf shot through with silver thread; making myself new.
The
most delicious and much-anticipated omelette in my favourite greasy
spoon cafe, eaten whilst reading Terry Pratchett's 'Wintersmith'.
Perfect.
A
box of the tiniest and most delicious clementines imaginable.
Feeling
how Himself and I make each other braver and freer and wilder; just
as it should be.
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