While I might have let the sabbat pass me by, it's not too late to appreciate the meaning of Imbolc. Just a few hours ago I read this heartwarming article by Cliff Seruntine entitled "Promises of Imbolg" and it gave me something to think about it.
I've been walking around campus a lot lately, and here in northern New Jersey we've got lovely banks of ice-covered snow glistening as far as the eye can see. The sidewalks are all graced with either ice or a slightly-more-slippery layer of slush. The same sentiments emanate from everyone's lips: "When will it be spring?" and "I can't take anymore snow!" I have to wonder if I'm the only one truly enjoying what remains of the winter.
So when I consider the promises that Imbolc brings, I appreciate not only the imminent spring, but also the warning it gives us: winter is almost over, so enjoy the rest of it while you can. As I write this I look out of my dorm window at a small patch of woods which is covered in a blanked of snow. The bare trees rise up between thick patches of fog. It's a peaceful kind of evening up on the mountain. I'm drinking in the last of the quiet before the sweet cacophony of spring!
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