This is the first morning for ages that I’ve left the house and not been all hunched over, tucked in, shivering and dying to get back. Or wet. Today feels like spring. There is no chill in the air and that was more of a breeze than a wind. No rain, no snow, no ice. The ground was dry, even the mud on the grass wasn’t too bad. The snowdrops peeked out on the mountainside the other day, is this really the start of spring?
Imbolc was yesterday, or the day before, can’t remember, but the moon was out large and yellow this morning. It is at these times of year, solstices etc. that we feel closest to our ancestors I think. Ancestor worship has never been a large part of my life though it is interesting. What is it that stops me going full on pagan? ‘A heathen conceivably but one would hope not an unenlightened one’ to quote Lord Summerisle. But these times, Imbolc included, really strikes at something ancient, something that was always there and there is an importance in the air. A change for sure. They felt it, we should feel it too. But we need reminded of it through our thumbs and digital screens.