With Imbolc comes The Return of the Lights, hints of longer days, whispers of Spring through snowflakes, thoughts of cleansing and new beginnings…
I wanted to celebrate the holiday by starting the wildflower seeds my Mother in Law sent for my last birthday, and by beginning an exercise routine. But the seeds will have to wait… This morning, the Great Mother chose to wear a coat of snow and an overcast veil. I’ve never been one to contend with Nature’s moods, in matters that don’t involve threats to my immediate survival. So the planting will sit still until She, who feeds us all, allows the Sun to touch her limbs and warm her soil.
I’m approaching my return to exercising with caution. After leading a partially sedentary life for almost a year—limited to physical therapy and the occasional walk—the flesh and bone gets sluggish and hesitant. I need to test my body’s capabilities with gentleness I’ve never had to use before. I love me, so I’ll take the time. Today’s “routine” will follow no plot. It will be mostly troubleshooting. I want to know how many squats I can do before my legs begin to shake, how many modified crunches before my tummy starts glaring, how much bridging and so on…
I’ve put together my Day One playlist (“Satisfaction”, “Map of Tasmania”, “Todos me miran”, “SexyBack”, “Home”…). One hour with my favorite songs, doing one of my favorite things: working with my mind and body, so that we can fight the uglies that attack our health and sexiness. Our modesty needs no help, it’s always at 100% *giggles infused cackles*.
How are you celebrating The Return of the Lights, my Wicked Luvs? And if this day is not in your holiday list, add it! I mean, seriously; it’s fun and it makes Nature happy. Besides, it gives you a new second chance to start working on that exercise routine you were supposed to begin in January *cough, cough, cough*. May your day be Bright!
Post Scriptum: Tonight, I shall also lurk through your cyber-homes. I’ve missed your words.
Postquam-Post-Scriptum: (I always wanted to use that) According to Wikipedia, the etymology of the word “Imbolc” is unclear. Eric P. Hamp, an American linguist, suggests that it means “both ‘milk’ and ‘cleansing’”. With those two meanings in mind, go ahead and reread the title of this post *waits grinning*… Yes, my Luvs, my mind works in non-mysterious hysterical ways *cackles*.