At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the splashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the process of the seasons. —Carl Jung
This has been a tough winter for me. It’s been colder than usual, more rainy, and we’ve even had more snow than normal where I live. And, well, politics. I’m normally rather quiet and reflective in winter but this year I’ve been more somber and depressed…
So now, just like the groundhog, I’m trying to crawl out of my hole here.
Yesterday was Imbolc. And just like every festival day for the last couple of years, since we started our Bardic studies, we planned to do something and I always bail out. I never want to do anything special on these festival days, and I think I’ve finally put my finger on two reasons why.
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