imbolc

From the Solstice to Imbolc

I confess that I have always found January to be the hardest month of the year. Named after the God Janus there is a real sense of things not quite beginning yet, with the God's faces seeing both back to the old year, and forward into the

Thinking About – Where the Seasons Begin and End

I thought I'd open a can of worms today. Throw a hot potato in. You know, stir it up a bit. I don't normally go there but I think, in truth, there is no one correct answer to this so it really doesn't matter in the end

To know that life is a constant cycle of life, death, and rebirth

As the dark, cold morning gives way to light, And the world shows its face dazzling in her nakedness, So the twigs and leaf-bare branches, Bow to the passing dance Of old Jack Frost. His crystal breath on the earth, And the corners of houses weep icicles

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