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Promise
of the Light
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Imbolc is the
pagan holiday that celebrates the possibility of the end of winter, held
on February 2. It is when the Goddess promises the growth and rebirth of
her body. She promises us the light of the Sun over the horizon, and the
comfort of the warmth of spring and summer.
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It's a very
subtle change, but if you look outside, you'll see that the sun stays up
just a bit longer in the evening, and you don't have to turn your headlights
when you are driving home from work immediately upon leaving the parking
garage.
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It's still
cold out, but not nearly as nippy, and I find myself turning off the heater
more often and wearing lighter shirts around the house. The electric blanket
gets turned off, and the quilt finds its way off my legs during the night
while I'm sleeping..
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As I see the
subtle changes of nature around me, and the even more subtle changes of
humankind's technology that follows it, I reflect about my life
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You see, Imbolc
is my birthday. 31 years ago on Tuesday, I was born to my mother and father
in San Gabriel, California. I find it interesting that I was born on this
holiday. And I've pondered over and over what it means and what the possible
significance of that could be. I have yet to find an answer.
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It seems like
I'm coming through a winter in my life. Depression, hopelessness, endless
waiting, grief and the intense fear that I'm never going to have those
things which I have dreamed of and prayed for and cast spells for since
I was a young teenager dreaming of the future ... lover, family, home,
hearth, health, the opportunity to positively affect the world I live in,
and to do the work that is uniquely mine. I have also of late been faced
with immense changes in my life, some of my own making, and some that are
not, that confuse and disguise the path of my life.
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I was struck
with the thought the other day that there is light to come. That there
is the hope of all the things that I want in my life. The Mother and the
Father hold their hands out to me, and I feel that they want me to find
peace and love in this lifetime. It was quite a revelation and at the same
time that it brought tears to my eyes, it brought hope to my heart that
I would be able to do the work that needs to be done and to gather that
which I need to reap the harvest of my life.
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Still, I can't
see what form the possibilities might take in the future. But as I look
toward the future, I see the shadows of things to come, the shadows of
things which promise me the light of my life. That is my birthday gift
this year from the Goddess and God.
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Maybe the reason
why I was born on this day is to realize this truth, and to share that
promise with you. May you find your own promise of the light. And may it
bring you everything you need to be loved and joyous.
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Blessed Be.
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