Imbolc is coming. It’s a day that always makes me think of candles, and truthfully I’m beginning to prefer the name Candlemas for the holiday. Solstice may have been the kindling of hope, but it’s Imbolc that puts the fire in your belly, preparing you for the arduous and verdant growing season.
Here the overcast skies broke enough for the sun to shine through briefly. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it would take for our own light to shine through the overcast grime of the day to day.
If you were a candle, what would it take to light you up?
What sign would drive you to excellence?
What omen propel you to new heights?
What event would it take to get you moving? To build your momentum? To turn you loose?
What would it take to light you up?