A tradition I began at Imbolc a few years ago, was to make a list of “Sacred
Intentions.” This is my version of New
Year resolutions, but composed long after the guilt-induced hangover of the
holiday season has passed. Imbolc is approximately
the
half-way
point between the Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox, and it feels
like the perfect time to start shedding the heavy layers I have
accumulated over
the course of the season. Having been locked in by below freezing
temperatures since December 5th, it's hard to remain optimistic that
spring will ever come, but I keep the faith by designing my garden
expansions, ordering vegetable and herb seeds, and envisioning what my
sacred grove will look like when it is no longer buried beneath several feet of snow.
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