It's a holiday for this little farm, and I feel a tad disappointed I didn't have time to appreciate it properly. It's Imbolc, Brigit's Day. Brigit is and always has been my patron. Well, since I was 17 at least. She's always watching over this hearth, this farm, this heart. And today is hers, at least to some of us. It's also day celebrating this middle point between the winter solstice and spring equinox. It's a day to sit down, take stock in the growing daylight, and focus on healing and home. I didn't have time for naval gazing or reading from old books, but I suppose I did spend the entire day in service to this farm, my home. I am proud of this tired body and the animals outside, who are all braw beasts.
I am heading to bed early, but wanted to check in and let you guys know all is fine, the storm has passed, and I am already tucked under the covers before 9PM. It was a good day. I can thank Brigit for that.