Tomorrow, a sideways sickle will hang in the winter sky like a smile, like a chalice. It's the first sliver of moonlight after the dark moon. It's the The Priestess Moon, the Imbolc of the month. Under this moon, I will creep through the winter leaves, wet …
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My Imbolc
I got up at my usual time, about an hour before light. The floors were cold as I padded through the house on bare feet. I lit a candle to guide me downstairs to the woodstove that would usually carry a little warmth from the full rounds loaded in before bed, but not at Imbolc. At Imbolc, I …
The Rest of the Story
Have you ever missed a night of sleep? Or what about 3 or 4 nights in a row? You feel nutty as hell, right? Like, you're not firing on all cylinders; a cell phone with one lowly bar and 2% battery. OK, now what about when you get a good night's sleep, or 3 or 4 good sleeps in a …
