Yesterday I walked through a churchyard teeming with snowdrops. I stopped to watch a bumblebee rolling around in the pollen of a clump of crocus flowers, a technicolour explosion against the dank brown earth.
I walked beside the fast-flowing, tidal river which ebbs and turns and reverses its flow with the cycles of the moon. I felt the cool air reach the bottoms of my lungs and the fresh, oxygenated blood redden my cheeks and the sinews of my hips begin to loosen as I set intentions for the new moon and the year ahead.
The light is slowly returning to my shade-shrouded, north-facing courtyard garden. Flowers come later there than they do to sunnier spots, but the sharp little beaks of the tulip bulbs I planted in the autumn are poking their heads up, hungry for the light, along with the green shoots of narcissus, alium and bluebell which wait eagerly for spring. Colour and song comes from the bluetits, blackbirds and robins which grace my bird-feeder every day, along with my favourites, the starlings – chattering, shimmering green and purple creatures who gather over the sea at sunset to swarm in beautiful murmurations known in Scandinavia as the Sol Sot (Black Sun), a dance of collective joy which looks, I have always thought, like classical music in motion.
On crisp, sparkling mornings the low sun breaks through the February clouds and catches the underside of the needles on the Scotch Pine tree, making them glisten with gold. It’s a time of great hope and promise, a feeling which inspired a recent piece I had published on Rebelle Society: http://www.rebellesociety.com/2015/01/30/i-am-imbolc-the-dream-of-awakening/
I love the winter; the time of darkness and dreaming, of turning inward, reflecting and gestating new ideas. But the world is changing; spring is coming. Today is a new moon which heralds the start of the Chinese New Year and also the Tibetan New Year celebration of Losar.
My personal intentions this year are around finding peace and stillness – refuge from the storm – through yoga, meditation and the harmony of nature, cultivating my creative voice, and nurturing contentment in my friendships and family life. I’m also hoping to have lots of fun! But more specifically, I intend to make more time to write and to get more work published, to send my words out into the world and see where they take me. It is the season to plant seeds of love, change and inspiration in the fertile ground. What intentions are you setting at this potent time?