I'm going to do something a little scandalous today - repeat myself. Because it just seems to fit. And, because otherwise I am not getting to this important blog enough....today I wrote the following reflection for the student group I blog for. Just nine days till Ash Wednesday!.....
It is early this year, Lent. The joys and smells of Christmas still linger. Hard to imagine that next week, we will enter the desert with Jesus.
Before we cross the threshold into Lent, I want to let you in on a day celebrated last weekend. Not really Ground Hog Day, though I understand this day is at the root of whywe "celebrate" with Phil.

Imbolc or St. Brighid's Day is a Celtic feast that is crossquarter day, meaning it is the midway point between the winter solstice and spring equinox. The sun marks the four Quarter Days of the year (the Solstices and Equinoxes) and the midpoints are the cross-quarter days. As the days slowly lengthen in the northern hemisphere and the sun makes her way higher in the sky, the ground beneath our feet begins to thaw. The earth softens and the seeds deep below stir in the darkness. The word "imbolc" means "in the belly." The earth's belly is beginning to awaken, new life is stirring, seeds are sprouting forth. In many places the ground is still frozen or covered with snow, but the call now is tend to those very first signs of movement beneath the fertile ground.
I celebrated Imbolc this year without even knowing I was doing it. I'm not surprised, though, as it just felt like what I was meant to do. Sitting on my couch in front of the fire, watching the snow slowly dancing downward out the window, I poured over my seed catalogues. Lovely. All of those beautiful flowers and vegies - full of potential and waiting sprout, pushing upwards on the earth, emerging in full beauty and purpose into the world. Perfect.
Maybe you've noticed some of the urges towards greening in your own soul. The seasons are changing as we move towards spring. Are you aware yet of the seeds that will be planted in your soul this Lenten season. Here is something I know, as a gardener: seeds have to be (sit) in the darkness of underground before they emerge to be a full-on plant. That darkness may be like Jesus' time in the desert. I don't want to get ahead of ourselves - more on the fast/practices (seeds) soon. For now....think about the ground on which you will plant the seed. In my own garden, I add compost to the soil, plant cover crops over winter, and even adhere to the idea that you shouldn't till (turn it over, exposing the layers of healthy soil that are building). In my own spiritual life, I need to care for my soil by adding to it with reflection, prayer and spiritual friendships. I suppose the no-till could be compared to the need I have to be in solitude and quiet, sitting thought (prayer)-fully with what is germinating.
In that deep, moist, fertile earth, something will take root. How are you preparing the soil of your soul?




