Dancing with the Light: Imbolc

Early Morning

The population of the Monarch butterfly continues to plummet….reports the newsfeed. My heart is heavy. I can’t bear to read the article.

Snuggled in flannel and wool, wool hat and socks, I sit in my rocking chair in front of my living room window slowly scanning the hillside tree line for the barest bit of light to appear. It’s 4 AM and too soon for the Winter sun to show, but I sit vigil anyway. I know the light will come. I can count on that. What I didn’t factor were the clouds.