It is Groundhog’s Day. That whistle pig is the guide. It’s time to assess: What will I keep hidden in the dark recesses of winter and what will I bring out into the light? As the groundhog is emerging from winter sleep and starting to think about the Farmer’s vegetables, what will I open my own eyes to? What plans will I make for the coming season? How ill I nourish myself?
It is Brigit’s Day. Her followers committed themselves to keep her fires always lit. What flames need my vigilance and attention in the coming year? What paths and processes will I commit myself to following? What will be my contemplative work in these final weeks of winter?
It is Candlemas. Time to tend to the candles, to bless the tools that will give me light in the coming year.
Here’s to February, the longest month.
1. The work of the emergency Women’s Shelter in Lancaster at the YWCA.
2. Early morning sun and late afternoon sun casting long blue shadows of trees over the snowy fields.
3. Looking forward. Looking backward. Looking inward.
4. Six weeks. It’s only six weeks. I can make it through winter.
5. You. Thank you for all the ways you keep the fires lit, all the ways you bring light, all the ways you lift your candles and say, “Here. This is the way.”
May we walk in Beauty!