Sacred days
I have not written in some time as we remain in lockdown and there is little to write about except maybe vaccines which are being delayed. This is not about sailing, even remotely. It's about lore. Yesterday, the 1st of February into the 2nd of February is the sacred Celtic period of Imbolc, which was the feast of Brigid, the Celtic goddess of fire and fertility. Imbolc is the mid-point between the Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. It was acquired by the Irish Christians, as they usually did, as the feast of St. Brigid, Ireland's only female saint. It is meant to represent the beginning of Spring. I made her cross for the first time this year. Watched a YouTube video about how to make it. Cut the rushes in the frigid, bone-numbing rain. Having come from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I had to catch up today with Punxsutawney Phil, the groundhog who foretells if spring is around the corner or if winter will continue. He called for 6 more weeks of winter. But...