If you pause in darkness what does your body have to tell you? What do your dreams have to tell you? What does the frozen ground have to 
tell you? What do the spirits of place have to tell you?
What song can only be sung by you?
What emberheart can only be ignited by your breath?
What path have your feet found?
What messages are carved in stone and etched on leaf for your eyes and in your name?
What promise are you keeping?
Imbolc.
Time for your light to shine
from within the sheltering dark.
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Note: Modified from a prior post, I shared this on my SageWoman blog earlier in the week and then decided to include it here also.
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