Wednesday, February 1, 2012
I know February is supposed to be an awful month. It never has been for me. Part of that has to do with my birthday, probably. I share my birth month with a bunch of my nearests and dearests. That probably helps, too.
Also I am very fond of the midwinter holiday, called by many names including Imbolc, Candlemas and Groundhog Day. It is a time of both hope and fear. The light is returning but it's still winter. I like imagining the ancestors taking heart from the increased light, and yet no doubt wondering if the food stored in the cellar would last until the spring planting. I experience the ancient emotions even though life right here and now in 21st century U.S.A. is no longer attached to the agricultural cycle.
February is also auspicious for me because thirty-three years ago today, the little sedan I was driving was hit by a Southern Pacific freight train. As a result of that collision, I found my way into being treated by alternative healers. It's a long story that I might write up for the chateau seven blog. Suffice it to say here: February is a big ole month for me.
Bowing reverently, I welcome February. Shalom.