I know I have been talking about my Year of Living Seasonally on here from time to time but seriously, how the hell is it nearly February already? It seems like only a few days ago since my husband went back to work and our daughter back to school – more like 3 weeks ago. I was pondering this while gazing out at the falling snow earlier, mug of tea firmly clasped in hand. This January (2015 in case anyone’s reading this in years to come) has been a bit of an mixed bag weather wise. Its been cold, we’ve had some snow (not much really), some very strong winds and now its gorgeously sunny and bracing out there. But it hasn’t felt like a typical January to me. Is that because I am trying to slow down and notice things more? If that’s the case then why has the end of the month snuck up on me? Time to take stock I think.
So what did I do in January? Well, I’ve been working on a new course to teach, picked up another rotten cold which I then shared with everyone else (why should I suffer alone??), didn’t make any New Year resolutions (not my thing – see here), got more into knitting, read a few books…… yeah it was a good enough month all told. But it seems to have just slipped by me in some ways. Aha! That’s the slowing down and taking time thing isn’t it? This Year of Living Seasonally lark must be starting to kick in. January is a cold month, evenings still dark, weather can be dodgy, so its a good time to chill and hibernate a bit. THAT’S what I’ve been doing – I just didn’t realise it.
Imbolc is just around the corner. I feel its time to step up a gear.
Our garden is beginning to show the first tentative signs of spring. The snowdrops are shyly peeping out from underneath their green hoods, the resilient daffodils are pushing their way through the cold sodden earth, the seasons are on the change again with Spring starting to wake up and assert itself over the land.
The garden is still very much a wilderness in a lot of ways but I am hoping – like Spring – to assert my authority over this patch of the planet I call home. (But I’m aiming for a benevolent dictatorship :))
Spring bulbs have always inspired me, given me hope and stopped me in my tracks to admire and just be. Not something I do often enough.
But this spring – and its still officially winter in Ireland anyway but more of that another time 😉 – I feel more invigorated by the emergence of the spring bulbs than ever. Maybe its to do with turning 40 in April (yes, I’m a spring baby :)or maybe its to do with the long overdue announcement yesterday by what passes for our government that we are to have the general election on March 11. AT LAST! It feels as if maybe, just maybe, Ireland will begin to emerge from the years of Fianna Fáil misrule, from the years of parish-pump politics and gombeenism, and finally, finally become a happier, healthier, better place to be. Like the spring bulbs, we are surrounded by dead wood, by overgrowth and by decay. But we are still alive and we are emerging again.