Goodness what a winter this has been. Colder than normal tempertures, snow out the whazoo....and all the issues that come along with such things. I know that it is a time of quiet reflection of oneself and all that is around them. A time to ponder on the things that have occurred in past and what may occur in times ahead. Many it seems have drawn back into themselves in this time sorting out the things that weigh on their mind. A bit of a quiet lull has fallen over blog land. It is not surprising in that the last few months were so full of activity that at times I thought it was too much. One would think I would relish the quiet solitude that seems to be the norm the last week or two.
Yet as I have greeted the greatly missed sunshine the last few days and the feel of a warm breeze I could not help but get a bit of an urging deep inside of me. Maybe it is the stirring before spring, although that may just be an excuse because I long so for its arrival. Yet I can feel the restlessness inside of me. I long for more time outdoors. To feel the sun on me, to hear the songs of the birds as they play with one another. I long to piddle in my garden, clearing the fall and winter debri and making way for the new arrival of the flowers that will bloom soon. My visions of my secret fairy space are eager to emerge into reality.
As the the New Moon settles in today I understand more what I am feeling. The corner was turned as Yule and we began our journey back towards the sun. Slowly we have been making our way. Imbolc lies as our next destination. A time when we begin to see the signs emerge more vividly thus also the strengthening of the feeling that comes with such progress. Just as the soft flowers of winter begin to emerge, as the slow warming melts the coldness of winter from us, so also we feel the warmth come back into ourselves.
The winter is still with us and will be for some time. Coldness still could come and once again wrap us in its icy cloak. Yet the wheel still turns and we know it is but a matter of time before the days become longer, the birthing of the spring animals will begin, and the first signs of life will emerge once more to cover the earth. The restlessness I feel is many things from the new moon, to the fact that Mercury is no longer in retrograde. Yet the strongest pull I sense is that of an eagerness to bloom. I know that it is not time yet. The seed was planted as it should be and must run its coarse yet still I want it to shoot from the ground which is my being and become what it is meant to be. I have always been a bit of an impatient one, especially when it is something that excites me.... And I know better than to ask for patience as I will most likely be taught it. Something which is usually not a necessary plesant thing.
So I wait... quietly and yes patiently. I wait as each day grows by a minute or two. As the sun comes to greet us just a tad earlier and leaves just a tad later each day. As the earth thaws from the hold of winter's grasp and once again becomes soft and ready for life. As I myself slowly sprout... all in good time I tell myself... all in good time
