Imbolc 2024

From the place of deep stillness a place of resting 

a place of slow dreaming: we wake and begin to stir stretching our curled limbs setting the blood flowing. 

Through the soft earth we send soft shoots green and tender 

into the still quiet world. 

We cannot yet know 

which will flourish 

grow strong, bear fruit 

and which flowering too early growing long, leggy 

will collapse earthbound again. 

We only know we must answer when called by the dawn of spring.