Honestly, I'm doing better than I have in the last several years with my winter slump, but today is not one of those. Heck, it seems lately I'm doing really good if I've showered by noon and accomplish just the very basics of my daily tasks.
This is the space between the winter and the spring solstice...the half-way mark. In pagan or Wiccan traditions there is a celebration during this time called Imbolc. This is such a time of incubation and of waiting. Like the 9th month in pregnancy. When you are so full of possibility, but it is not yet time to birth it. It is one of the times of year when the veil between other worlds or realms is thinner and there is much going on in our internal lives and dream lives but little appearing in our physical labors (or at least little desire or energy).
I dream so much it is crazy! Then I'm too tired and too far away and spacey to do anything. Umm, did I mention how I bow before my husband since he is willing for me to be a stay-at-home, kept woman? I'm so so so grateful. ESPECIALLY on days like this when I can't shake the fog out of my brain enough to even function.
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