Either February 1st or 2nd (calendars vary as to which one), is the Pagan festival of Imbolc, one of four such divisions of the year. It is the beginning of the end of winter. We emerge from the darkest days and acknowledge that the tide has turned. We can see each day it is growing brighter and brighter, longer and longer. Not surprisingly this is a day to be celebrated with fire.
Right before Imbolc was the brightest full moon of the year which can be called the Wolf Moon. It is one of those that I feel has to be photographed, but it also happened to come when the Pacific Northwest was being particularly cloudy and rainy. Full moons have a way of parting the clouds, if only for a few moments, and this one was no exception.
For agrarian peoples, which I count myself among, this is also the approach to lambing when the ewes come into milk. We can see this happening with our ewes whose bellies are slung low, and who are beginning to look swollen and ready to bring forth their own new life. This is a time of readiness, of nature waiting.
"A pure, new light sparks as we emerge from winter's dark sleep. The Power Gate of Aquarius opens, releasing the Air element and heralding returning light. We recharge our psychic batteries as the entire universe begins to quiver and pulse its cosmic rhythm." Ffiona Morgan from Mother Tongue Ink 2009