approaching Imbolc

Back in November, I posted that Samhain to Imbolc would be a season of sitting still with the life that I live.  Oh, but I am a wriggly little worm.  Much of this dark season has been resisting the life that I live. So mundane. So uninspired. I've been looking ahead to a season of action on resolutions.  

I came across the above image in my Facebook feed and it did inspire me a little.  I'm thinking a lot about my health.  About managing my weight, getting a grip on how I feel before reaching for food, about how I want to feel, and about the things that I enjoy, that feel meaningful, and that make me feel connected.  This colorful image opens my lens on health to include all of those aspects and their interconnections.  Plus, I read a quote (also in my FB feed) that basically said we overeat not because food gives us pleasure, but because it doesn't give us enough pleasure.  I hunger, really, for pleasure, happiness, good relationships, a sense of the presence of the Divine, meaningful work.  In the absence of these things I reach for a chai tea latte and a cheese danish and head back to my job. 

This season of action prompts a long list of To Dos in order to reach for the full health that I want and need.  Eating healthfully.  Moving my body in a way that's enjoyable and repeatable.  Playing with my son after work each night and reading to him before bed.  Checking in with friends for Mama-dates and ritual.  All things that I am capable of and have done before.  

And - this season of action calls for discrete inactivity.  Sitting.  With my journal.  With my life.  Recalling and recounting my blessings.  Perceiving the fissures in the mundane where the special and inspiring whisper through.