My body awoke at first light, my brain feeling as though it had hardly slept. Despite my best efforts, it became clear that my day was to begin. After my first, sense awakening cup of tea, I felt the pull of the outside and, unable to resist, donned boots and coat over my pyjamas and dressing gown and headed, coffee in hand, through the mud to my studio. I sat on my veranda for the first time in months, listening to the chorus of bird song, the babble of water running off the rain soaked land, flowing into ditches and pond. I look at the web-like forms of branches and trees silhouetted against the myriad pastel shades of a dawn sky and feel the cool, soft breeze upon my face bringing the soft scent of morning. As the light increases, it washes the land with glowing colours of an early spring morning and I breathe it all in. My heart swells an opens and I begin to feel energy tingling through my pores and veins. It becomes a circular motion, breathing in and out. I recede and am absorbed into the eternal. My spirit fills with the expectant, rising energy of the spirits of New Life. The land is awakening after the long dark, and with it the promise of light, warmth and life. Glowing, yellow sun breaks through the cloud and washes my face with warmth and light. Hail and Welcome! Imbolc Blessings to all!
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