Well the first half of the storm is over.... We received about 1/2 to 1 ince of ice throughout the day yesterday. We have been blessed to not have lost power for any long amount of time yet. This is truly a blessing, as there are thousands all around us who have lost theirs. The lights flickered a bit last night and was off for maybe 30 minutes yet came back on. Mind you we could still lose it as it is not suppose to warm up past freezing until Sunday and the wind is picking up.
When I woke this morning I was eager to see if any damage was done to any of the trees. It appears that the willows are taking minor damage. I guess the pruning we have done helped tremendously. We did lose a large branch off of a small redbud in our front yard. I am not sure if we will be able to save the whole tree as the branch that broke was a large part of the tree. As I went outdoors this morning to survey the area, I cold hear the creaking of the trees under the weight of the ice.... A few snaps could also be heard. This really is still too early to know how much damage we will have. I am only hoping for minimal.
I love how mother earth cleanses herself in such manners. Much like the order of the land with the strongest surviving. We usually think of such an example when we think of animals yet it pertains to the natural world also. The clearing of the trees we had done earlier helped the others remaining to become stronger. This is evident in the manner in which they are handling this ice storm. I know that there will be loss again yet I also understand the need for it. I do not question her reason. She knows what she does. It is amazing how such death can be so beautiful. Although I am eager for the sun to come out in the coming days so that it can melt and ease the burden that is being carried, I am also eager for the view. There is nothing that is more brillant and beautiful then the warmth and life of sunshine against the icy cold of winter ice.
In truth it is making Imbolc that more special and symbolic to all it is. The turning of the wheel... the passing of the coldness of winter into the warmth of spring and the return of the sun.
Pale winter sun lingers, lengthing each day
On twig and branch new buds begin to swell
Songbirds give voice, each striving to excel
Seed senses change in its deep bed of cold clay
Earth goddess weaves her magic to propel
Reborn cycle of her womb along its way.
Life returns in every tree's slow thought
In pond and stream the dance begins again
Spring flowers show their purpose to proclaim
A new season comes; winters reign is short
And darkness no longer exercises any claim
Green growth dispels grey moods it brought.
Imbolc by Ian R. Thorpe