This is the multi-layered, reflecting view on the last night before leaving our little apartment in Portland’s Old Port for DC–and on the eve of the subtle and strange pagan holiday called Imbolc. Imbolc marks the first stirring of life, literally meaning “in the belly,” since in the Celtic year this is when ewes become pregnant. But, especially in Maine, that miracle is not apparent on the surface. It’s a mysterious and delicate moment when we need to take promises on trust–that seeds will sprout though they look small and dry, that spring will come although there’s snow everywhere. If you have experience learning to let the flow of the universe in, you will know that that level of trust is not easy to find. It is earned by being exacting about everything we _can_ control. I think of Imbolc as a time to test sincerity, to make sure that my goals are in harmony with my best self–and if not, to let them go. How appropriate that this challenging and inspiring day celebrates Brigid, powerful goddess of poetry and healing–surely a Goddess of authenticity and risk. I love a good deadline, and this Imbolc, I have honored Her in the midst of moving by officially completing the ms. of my next book of poems. May Brigid’s magick keep my Muse true. How are you planning to mark Imbolc? I hope you will share your thoughts with me and other readers in the Comments.
Wow–this timing cannot be coincidental! Yesterday, I was about to delete yet another email from an organization that I almost accidentally got in touch with last year, but decided to read it first. It was about a “career development forum” and the last day to register at a discount! I have been hemming and hawing for over 6 months about reaching out for new job prospects (I’m a consultant)–and suddenly this offer made perfect sense! So I immediately registered, with the event many months away. And now today I’m reading about Imbolc and the planting of small, dry seeds with faith that they will sprout and grow in time–and that’s exactly what I did yesterday. I feel like I just got a hug from the universe…and thank you for sharing that, Annie! Happy trails! I wish I had spent more time with you in Portland, but I plan to follow your newsletter and stay in touch, at least.
Jill, I am so happy that this post spoke to you at the right moment! Best of luck with the training and job search and I look forward to hearing how it goes!