With sleepy eyes, life peers out from under heavy blankets of wool and snow to survey the colorless landscape. The ground hog pokes his head from his den, searching for the sun, and like us, when not finding it, tends to hit the snooze alarm and go back to bed!
It is Imbolc, the seed quickens within the belly, the Earth stirs, and the time for dreaming draws to a close. A crocus pokes its head determinedly through the crusty snow, the heat of the earth melting a small circle around it. From the in between space of sleep and wakefulness we gather to celebrate the awakening, and to consult the oracles of nature, which tell us of things to come.