Imbolc

This year, more than any other that I recall, I have been filled with gratitude for the nature of mothers. My own beautiful Mom passed away twenty-three years ago, and perhaps the death of my father has brought forth a special consciousness of the many seeds that my parents planted for my siblings and me.

My Mom was a creative, generous spirit who walked with a bright flame held before her, even though a big part of her remained in the shadows, well beyond the circle of light. Mom’s encouragement, and belief in my potential, however it might bloom, was an ever-loving gift.

And so, in memory of my beloved Imbolc birthday Mom, who always greeted me in the morning with, “Good Morning Mary Sunshine!”, and with Blessings of the season, I wish you all much nurture and growth.

The snowdrops pictured were the first I saw this year, growing just down the road, in amongst some ferns. Although not immediately obvious, the flowers were beginning to glow in the falling dusk. Have a good look at those three little beacons, and experience the warmth of their light.