meditation on seeds. Even with snow still thick and winds still chill, we can see the days are getting longer, sap is getting ready to rise, all the beings are preparing for the return of warmer days even as we hunker down against the cold.
So, I went away to a weekend conference. I packed up a selection of art supplies and paper. And left them behind.
So here you go, ballpoint pen on the only unlined paper I had in my possession. Happy Imbolc to you!
despite snow on the ground, the birds know that the sap is starting to run
I wanted rich warm colors against the winter cold. Let’s call it preparing the seeds of Imbolc.