The first weekend in August is also Lughnasa, halfway between the summer solstice and the autumnal equinox. I’m not really a Neo-Pagan but we did our own version of “visiting holy wells” to celebrate–i.e., we went back to hang around Millcreek for a couple hours, where it was hot enough even at altitude that the river felt really good (and kept the beer cold).
It is Imbolc today, the “cross-quarter” day between Solstice and Equinox. Granted, we’ve had a worryingly mild winter, but yesterday I saw bulbs coming up on the south side of a building downtown, and this morning–no joke–I heard a robin.
We’re nearly out of the darkness. We got this.
1. It’s February 1st, known as Imbolc to ancient Celts and modern pagans, Candlemas to Catholics, and Groundhog Day (or thereabouts) to the US. In any case, the date marks just six weeks until the Vernal Equinox. Six weeks! We can do this!
2. If you want to get all hippie about it, you could celebrate more than spring coming, too:
For many, Imbolc is simply a time to recognize the coming spring, but I say that Imbolc is also a time to acknowledge the challenges which winter has placed before you. It is a time to reckon…the fullness of [your] life, the fullness of [your] personhood, and the great abilities and the necessary limitations in [your] humanness.