There is a legend that connects the two Celtic figures of Brighid (an Irish Goddess/Saint) and the Cailleach (Crone of Winter). One version of the legend tells us that on the Winter Solstice, the Cailleach slams her blackthorn staff on the ground, signaling the beginning of Winter. She rules over the dark Winter months until February 1st, a day known as Imbolc, sacred to the Goddess and Saint Brighid. (Brighid the Goddess and Brighid the Saint are one and the same). On Imbolc, the Cailleach hands over her staff to Brighid, who awakens from her slumber and signals the first stirrings of light and life to the land. The legend goes on to say that on Imbolc, the Cailleach begins gathering firewood for the rest of the winter. If she desires the winter to last longer, she will attempt to make the day of Imbolc warm and sunny, so that she can gather more firewood. If the day of Imbolc is filled with snowstorms, sleet and rain, it means the Cailleach is still sleeping. She will soon run out of firewood, and the cold, wintry weather will soon come to an end.
Imbolc is tomorrow. Where I live in Pennsylvania, it has already started snowing. We are forecasted to get up to 22 inches of snow, with heavy winds. Tomorrow is also a Monday, which means I obviously won’t be going to work. Perhaps not Tuesday either. Not if I have to dig my car out of two feet of snow. I’ve been curbing my anxiety with meditation, watching mindless British comedies and house-cleaning. I loathe and despise snow with every fiber of my being. It annoys me when people say, “And yet you live here“. Irrelevant. I am here by necessity, not by choice. We moved here because California was too expensive and the husband’s family is here. Now that all of our parents are gone, we have no strong family ties keeping us here, we have considered moving elsewhere. Florida, perhaps. Even the United Kingdom. Yes, I know it snows there too, but I think winter in London would be much easier to deal with than winter in small-town Pennsylvania.
I’ve spent most of the weekend cleaning our kitchen and bathroom. We’ve let them get into disastrous shape (you just kind of get used to it after a while), so we’ve deep-cleaned both rooms from top to bottom. It’s good to see shiny surfaces again. We’ll see how long it lasts. We’re not the kind of gay guys who keep everything immaculate all the time. We don’t fit any of the classic gay stereotypes. Do those even exist anymore?
I haven’t written any more of my book for a few days. I’ve been stressed and tired due to the day job, this god-awful weather, my classes that are supposed to start soon and a few other things. I did actually get the first dose of the Coronavirus vaccine (since I work in health care). Moderna. I get the second dose on February 18th. My arm was sore for a couple of days, but other than that, no bad reactions.
I’ve been reading these two books, The Art of Magick and The Art of Mysticism, by Gabriyell Sarom. I had them on my Amazon wish list for months, so the husband got them for me. I regret it now. I was drawn in by the book covers, and while the exercises in the books are useful to help one enter proper states of mind for magical workings and mystical experiences, I can’t agree with the author’s repeated statements about the whole purpose of magic and mysticism being “Union with God”. There are lots of references to God and getting to know God, which I find very disturbing and off-putting. I will finish reading them, but when I’m done, these books will get donated to a local used bookstore.
Since we can’t go to the gym due to assholes refusing to wear masks, and the gym management refusing to enforce the mask mandate, we’ve been working out at home and trying out a new fitness plan called the Fit Father Project. We did have to buy a few specific things for making meals, but it seems like something we can do. We’ll see. We were taking walks in the evening, but since outside looks like The Day After Tomorrow (see below), we won’t be doing that for a week at least.
The dog is hinting that he needs food, and so do I, the only thing I’ve eaten all day is a bowl of Pumpkin Spice flavored Frosted Mini-Wheats. So, I’m going to make dinner now and watch more Dark Shadows.
Wherever you are, stay safe and warm.