This is Imbolc, the festival of light returning.
Last week I saw snowdrops blooming by the sidewalk, my first of the year, and Oregon Grape budding by the park.
And Saturday in the woods, brilliant sunlight striped the path and blazed through the trees.
Every year I feel the stirring of life that arrives with Imbolc, a quickening of spirit. It’s one of the holy days I feel the most, and least understand how to celebrate.
So I stalk the light with my camera, trying to express the power of this time of quickening with pictures, since I can’t seem to convey it with words.
Maybe, for now, it’s enough.