The earth is stirring

I was writing some serious posts about feelings, experiences, and viewpoints and how they intersect with spirituality… and then the weather went and distracted me.  It’s 60 degrees here today.  At the end of January.  I am wearing yoga pants and a tee shirt; about 12 hours ago, my date for the evening was canceled due to freezing rain.  Now, near noon, somewhere near my window a bird sings.  Despite the clouds, the outside is bright, I can put on my shoes and go for my first run of the year.  It has begun.

To me, this is the meaning of Imbolc, or Candlemas as I like to call it because well, that’s easier to say and people don’t look at you funny. (Well, less funny anyway.)  In my opinion, the sabbat has come early this year.  I root my spirituality in the earth, in seasons, in the actual world outside.  I am totally unprepared for this – I will however honor the “early” Imbolc anyway and might take some makeshift altar photos this evening.  For me, Imbolc is a celebration but also a time to begin “planting.”  I don’t usually start my garden this early, but I begin to plant ideas.  This is the time of year for plotting, making progress, cleaning out the old and dead and giving birth to what is new.  It’s hard not to have hope when it’s a beautiful sunny day outside.  Things WILL get better: but you have to work.

This time, I AM ready for spring.

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About Pixie

I'm just your average 20-something trying to figure it out. I am also a theologian, yogi, witch, pagan, dirty hippie, activist (progressive politics), feminist, knitter, environmentalist, and friend. I've also been accused of being a hipster - I am not sure about that. I am sometimes happy to be Gen Y (go Harry Potter) and most of the time confused (seriously guys... ) by everyone else. My hobbies including knitting (and maybe crochet), quilting, recycling, cooking, writing, reading, and biking. I'm finishing up a masters in public policy and when I worked worked in political nonprofits as an activist.
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