As spring creeps its head around the corner, the ground begins to loosen, the birds begin to return, winter dies. This winter seems to have lasted a year. But I feel apprehensive, yet renewed hope for a day, just on the other side of now, where I'm hugging my brother or strolling my daughter through the zoo. A day when I can go on a date with my husband or laugh in a movie theatre with my son.
I'm finding that celebrating The Wheel of The Year isn't about making each and every festival or feast as extraordinary as the christian counterparts have become in the watchful eye of capitalism. It's more about focus, thought, honor, and slowing down to notice what lays before us and say goodbye to what lies behind us.