Quick tour of my refreshed altar for Imbolc. Changing it up and it feels good. I need to get my February vision/spell collage done and then it will be complete.
I’ve been struggling with a spiritual slump. I spent mid-January bedridden with an infection. When not laid low physically, I’ve been struggling with the typical rush of goals! goals! goals! during the new year and not settling into a soft and comfortable rhythm. I struggle with destination anxiety, the idea that happiness is a far off thing that will happen once I finally accomplish the perfect schedule and life balance. I miss so much right in front of my nose because I’m searching for perfection, something that is definitely religious residue from my Christian days. I’m so used to doing and not just being in a spiritual sense, and that same sense of check box faith creeps into my current practice.
I’m learning that just lighting a candle for a few minutes or taking deep breaths and grounding midday are powerful things. My practice doesn’t have to be big and flashy, though it certainly is fun when it is. Ritual is grand, but it needs to serve me, not be one more to do that I’m scrambling to complete each day.
I’ve stopped to drink in the wonder of falling snowflakes and the brilliant burning red of Mars in the eastern sky. To greet Orion at night and smile at the dawn’s first rays creeping over the horizon. Little moments. More and more little moments.
