It’s Imbolic , The Day of Ewes Milk!
Lambs wiggle as they nurse.
And we find ourselves on this day
between a Solstice
and an Equinox.
It’s the first day of winter’s turning.
And if I stand very still
as if listening for a far off mountain stream,
my mind lets go of it’s endless thinking.
This is a practice
This always listening for that which is far away-
corrals the mind
and lets me experience being here…..