I’m feeling a little heartbroken today.
Not about anything in particular, really. Just about life in general. Some days be that way.
And, you know, it’s a day when the world conspires to ask us all to be cheerful and look on the bright side and love ourselves and spread love and be full of hearts and happiness.
So I wanted to take a time out and suggest something a little radical:
In the belly.
That is the literal meaning of the word "Imbolc," which holy day is February 1 or 2, depending how you calculate.
It refers to the time of year when the lambs are in the bellies of the ewes. It is a time of potentiality.
So I got on the plane yesterday morning and we're taxiing to the runway and the pilot comes on and says,
"Well, folks, it looks like we'll be flying into something of a situation in Tampa. We're getting word of storms and high winds and rain."
And I'm like, okay, why are you calling it a situation and should I be worried but he keeps going.