A friend of mine is cross-stitching “Nevertheless, She Persisted” for me (note to self: new craft to learn!) and I’m going to put it on a pillow and lean on that pillow and therefore symbolically lean on all the persistent women that have served the rest of us so well.Read More
Merry Imbolc, everyone. It’s a day to peer out from the darkness of winter, searching for crocuses and daffodils and other signs of the coming spring.
Honestly, in a lot of ways, it doesn’t feel like spring is on its way. It feels instead like we’ve entered eternal winter (or at least a 4-year winter). So when I got up this morning, the idea of celebrating Imbolc felt a little fake, a little bit like a waste of time.
But as I’ve been sitting with that feeling, it occurs to me that Imbolc falls on February 1 for a reason. Spring is totally not here yet, people. In fact, for me, February has traditionally been The Worst Month of the year, as by this point I’ve hit the peak of my Seasonal Affective Disorder.
Imbolc isn’t about being past the darkness, it’s about looking through it to the other side. Imbolc is about cleaning your house and doing the work of getting ready for spring. So, this year, I’m taking Imbolc as a Call to Action, a time to get to work, and not to be lost to despair.
We will get through this.
And so, today, Maile and I will make a Brighid’s cross (she’ll love that!) and maybe go to sleep with some amethysts under our pillows. I’m not quite sure I’m up for the hair-on-fire dangers of a crown of candles, but I’ll cook a hearty meal, and we’ll eat by candlelight.Read More
I’m not done. I don’t believe any of the 3 million people who marched are done.
This is partly because, for me at least, it was a giant pain in the butt. I was on the go for 21 hours, folks. I had had an emergency root canal less than 24 hours before. I traveled by school bus. Now, I know that most people were waaaaaay smarter than that and rode on, like, a regular bus and so had less of a literal pain in the butt, but I imagine there was plenty of metaphorical pain to go around. It wasn’t easy, but it was just the beginning. Here it is just four days later and I’m already aghast at all the gag-ordering and refugee-blocking and homophobic justice-nominating. There is plenty of work to do.
But there is also plenty to celebrate, and we should take a moment and do that.