Every year I am surprised to have the same experience! Winter seems to go on and on and although I know that we need winter, cold, frost, dark, stagnation, death, rest… I long for spring. Every year I think that Imbolc comes too early, that nature is not ready yet. Every hear, just a day or two before Imbolc I see, hear, feel, smell, taste a difference that announces spring. Yesterday I walked for a long time and suddenly realised how the light had changed. The sky turned blue and white and pink and was suddenly bright and warm. Light cascaded down and I stopped and looked up, wondering what had happened. The sun was going down but this light shone from high above down on me… I just relished in the brightness and then continued to walk. Lots of puddles were there along my way, bright and shining with the light, reflecting the soft pink and white of the clouds and here and there bits of blue sky. There was a change in the smell of the air, a sweetness that hadn't been there all winter. Birds were chattering in the trees and bushes and I knew: Brighid has come… It is time to shed the old skin, to drop the dead weight on my shoulders, time to allow new growth, time to stretch and straighten my back and breathe deeply. Inspiration will come, healing is near, music and laughter can be heard in the distance. Brighid has come…

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