Happy Imbolc, Candlemas, or St. Brigid’s Day. It’s one of the pagan high holidays that’s been absorbed into folk tradition and religion. A time for light in the darkness and looking to the future. First fire from the hearth or first water from the well gifts a maiden with a vision of their future husband. People in North America obsess on the predictive skills of large rodents. I look forward to the halfway point in my chemotherapy.
Things are looking dark, Warriors of Every Stripe, but the advantage of reaching Things Can’t Get Any Worse (For Goddess’ Sake, don’t say that out loud. The universe takes it as a challenge.) is you also hit Things Can Be Made Better. I won’t blow smoke up you skirts, but things aren’t as dark as we fear.
Speaking of darkness, this is my latest blipvert for Power Tools in the Sacred Grove, where Jeremiah leaves a phone message from the Great Beyond.