Merry Imbolc all! May the flame upon your candle burn unwavering as light returns to the world.
As I begin to emerge from the dark womb of winter, I realize my rest was fitful and filled with dreams borne of the unresolved anger I harbor for organized religion and those who seek to harm others with it. The writings of a wise and gentle friend have helped me see this clearly, and for that I’m grateful. Though I’ve allowed this anger to keep me from writing much lately, (and to color what little I’ve done), I’ve resolved to put this hurt to rest in this time of new beginnings.
Perhaps you too have a similar burden, one that has prevented you from living the life of joy you’ve always known was your destiny? If this rings true, join with me in replacing the cloak of the victim with that of the compassionate warrior.
It strikes me that, now more than ever, self-responsibility and compassion are the currencies that will buy our collective future. Here’s to hope and new beginnings!
Under a Violet Sun 