Clear, bright, cold, as my breath clouds before me. No birds out today, no squirrels bustling about. Air is calm- Wind Spirit has moved on to new playgrounds. The land feels to be fully hibernating now under the frost, the only apparent change being its melting under the sun’s rays. I drink in the bright warmth so seldom seen this time of year here in Cascadia, letting it fill my every pore, illuminating each cell with its energy, becoming light myself; breathing in sunshine, breathing out gratitude.
“Hail Spirits of Day, Mother of Light. Smile upon us this day and bless us with peace. May we all shine on the world today as you do, spreading light and warmth through the chill. Slàinte mhath.”