Driving to work tonight, thick mist hung in the air. My headlights, rather than showing me the way, obscured the road. Beautiful. Perfect.
Tonight, the wheel turns to Imbolc, feast of Lady Brigid. Spring begins. Seeds begin to sprout. As the snow continues to fall during the coming weeks, we remember that, deep below the ground, new life has already begun.
At work, life feels more mundane. I sent someone to the ER a few hours ago. Richard, in the other room, keeps talking. I appreciate his efforts, but I'd rather have the silence. I go into light trance very easily--like when writing the previous paragraph. Work can pass for alone time, if I'm in the right mood. Though I feel I am constantly seeking love and companionship, I can definitely be a loner sometimes.
Just read the Beliefnet article on the spirituality of Superbowl Sunday. I like it. At the party I'm going to, I will undoubtedly be the only one who sees it this way--and yet, I still dedicate my revelry to the G-ds. Our ancestors spent days celebrating with food, drink, and athletic competition. Are we really so different?