imbolc 2013
Imbolc has come again. The geeat wheel turns ever onward. It is not always obvious this changing that happens. The movement of the wheel, the seasons around you. It feels like deep winter, and this night a fire warms the interior of my soul, like a tiny sun, promising spring and new life on the horizon. I wait and hold on to that promise. The promise of all things reaching their fruition.
It is a strange sention the bisuness of waiting. The changes that come as the wheel turns. The things we can not control, and taking control of the things we can. Knowing that a new year has begun, a month old already, and what habits have been altered if any? Is it too late for change, is change worth the work. I do not know to be honest, I can not say what tomorrow holds, and while I might well turn cards and seek guidance, the true answer can be found only from with in. Do we turn right or left on the road we walk, or do we ignore those choices and journey foward, blind or with open eyes, and does it matter?
Do all our roads lead us where we must eventually find ourselves. Will the destination change, for the direction the journey our choices take. I do not know, but I vow as of this night to try and go bravely, and earnestly forward.
Those I love accuse me of just living of not making a life. Perhaps they are correct, and perhaps that is about to change. I have set plans to motion, and it is time to finally, truly own them.
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