Of course, the speeding time, the dying of the year, can’t help but remind us of our own mortality – if we are even willing to remember. Another Halloween means that another year of my daughter’s childhood has flown past. Another year of my life has gone.
One thing I know for sure is that the work of resisting climate collapse (and that work can be defined in a million ways) must be central to my spiritual work. Energy is all, and if more and more of us direct our energy to earth healing, we can contribute to the solutions needed at this late, dire hour.
For a long time, this sabbat didn’t resonate with me. It was hard to really feel like spring was beginning to peak its head out from under the blanket of snow. If I marked it at all, I just went through the motions. Imbolc never seemed as exciting or sacred as, say, the solstices. But then, one cold day in early February…I saw it.