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“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” ― Shel Silverstein

A Dream of Spring

Imbolc marks the halfway point between the Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. The word Imbolc comes from an old Irish word that means in the belly of the Mother, alluding to the first seeds of spring and the ewes heavy with lamb. Although outside is bone chilling and laden with literal ice and ICE agents (if you live in America), this day of Imbolc has me celebrating the return of Spring both literally and figuratively. Spring can be a metaphor for hope as we traverse dark times, a deeply frigid Snow Moon, and increased political violence. Spring brings a promise of new life, and opportunities for change, community, energy, and strength.

I required a break from writing the past month because (as you may know) America is in the throes of passion as well as in the throes of war with authoritarianism; as such, I placed my attention, skills, and efforts elsewhere to exercise my civil disobedience. As the tug-of-war continues, this season I dream of Spring so that the lives of Americans and Immigrants lost will not be in vain during this internal political conflict.

The deaths of Christian missionary mother Renee Good and VA ICU Nurse Alex Pretti were so vile (may they rest in peace and deepest condolences for their families), and the response from our regime so tasteless and despicable that normal everyday people have been stirred to uphold their civil disobedience to retaliate against our tyrannical federal government. There is still work to do, but it is encouraging to see so many good people holding strong. I will light candles in remembrance of those whose lives have been lost, and to light our souls with continued fires.