It’s rained for days where I live, and when it isn’t raining, the ground is soggy and the sunlight weak and cold. I’m not sure why this winter has seemed colder, more harsh than past winters, but it has. I watched the naked trees in my yard silhouetted against this month’s full Snow Moon and shivered.
Today, however, is filled with bright sunlight in a cloudless sky. Although it’s cold, it’s a sparkling day, and there are blossoms on the camellia bush outside my window. The daffodils are pushing their way to the light, and a powerfully fragrant hyacinth plant rests on my table. The robins and red-winged blackbirds have returned.
And, of course, Valentine’s Day is around the corner. I know this sounds strange, but a part of me wishes we didn’t have Valentine’s Day. Why not celebrate love and our loved ones every day? I guess we need a reminder, huh?
So in the midst of a winter of despair, there is hope – hope for the promise of spring, and the turning of the Wheel toward the light. And there is love – even if for only one day’s recognition. And the rain? I remind myself that Mother Earth’s plant people need it.
May your life be filled with love, hope, and rain