"The light changed,
Septuagesima Sunday
St Brigid Imbolc
Birch & cottonwood sap rise,
Fast and pray." -pm
Connected to a calendar from calare "to announce solemnly, call out," seeing changes, tuning in, the progression of things. The dominant culture offers you a freedom from tradition which is a false magic flag wave. Fasten you're heart to a calendar of seasons.
"These times, by day blinding blue sun on snow, by night waxing gibbous moon, between the fir groves her chest high virtues, rival blazing Orion. Now to build a fire, and drink a cup of tea, to glimpse the hero under thick blankets, who will claim the prized embrace?" -pm
Sap begins to rise in birch, some cottonwoods have tiny fragrant buds to be gathered, placed in oil to soothe nourish skin. Mark these changes, announce them.
In my tradition, Septuagesima Sunday, the music takes a minor sound preparing for Ash Wednesday and Lent. Although festive there is a tone of melancholy, mourning, things, people, relationships situations that have passed. Yet our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ has given us a get out of jail free card, His resurrection. So as above grounders, be cognizant of the dead, of the roots stirring, honour them by preparing for the light, spring.
