I’ve been thinking about — and preparing for — Imbolc, doing some spring cleaning and getting ready to write my own ritual this time.
The spring cleaning is not entirely in honor of Brigid, though… Our landlady is showing our apartment this weekend (yes, while we’re still living in it and with two days’ notice… don’t get me started), so we’re having to do a sweep of the whole place. Old wine corks, piled up credit card offers, tarot deck wrappings, read issues of The New Yorker, Netflix envelopes: all the detritus of living has piled up in the corners, and it’s time to get rid of it.
I was preparing to box up my altar components and put them away, but then I thought… Why should I? This is who I am, and this is my home. Why does it matter what some stranger (and my landlady) think of my paganness? My altar is pretty, and it’s part of who I am. It stays.
I think it’s time for some mental spring cleaning, too, some ‘out with the old and in with the new.’ I’ve been so caught up in move preparations, work, and just general mundane concerns that I’ve been neglecting my spiritual self. I’ve been derelict in commenting on and even reading other ADF blogs, I haven’t read any of my DP-approved books lately, and I’m even struggling with my meditation this week.
Time to sweep away some of the dusty old concerns and hang some fresh new loves.