A new Journal begun…A Druid Moon (second quarter)…Imbolc…a new month…and a new decade. I choose a day of rest and ritual….seeing, being, celebrating all life… large and small, seen and unseen. Time to move out of and away from the sludge and into the light…or better said “into My light”. Time to sew seeds in different soil…in a different way…and perhaps new seeds altogether ..not the ones carried over from the old garden…magic seeds that have fallen in your path over the last year and perhaps for many years passed…the ones that have been gifted you over and over by that “other garden”…the ones you have trodden over or even ignored..or felt too busy or tired to bend over and pick them up…let alone plant them.
Step with care over the plowed up clods and find fertile, secure and loving spaces for your self and your new seeds. Protect your secret garden and avoid the plowman who may not have their best interest at heart.