Something from Imbolc

In this season of rebirth, we remember those who have passed beyond, who will not see this springtime in the forms that we knew them.

As the promise of new life warms our hearts, we remember the lives that warmed us.

Each task we now undertake has been shaped, at least in part, by the lives of others.

As we turn the earth to receive new seed, our lives have been shaped in preparation for the seeds of knowledge.

As we tend and nurture the animals, we recall how others have tended and nurtured us.

We would not be who we are without them.

They would not have been who they were without us.

We give thanks for their lives, as we give thanks for the new lives that are coming.

We have lost their immediate presence, but they are always with us.

We hold them and draw them to our hearts with open hands, so that they can go on their way.

Thus do we celebrate life.