Yesterday was Groundhog Day (and also the birthday of one of my oldest friends). It's a day buried deep in ancient European belief and lore, a day of reckoning, a day that marks the approximate midway point (otherwise known as Beltane; or, from a Celtic standpoint, Imbolc) between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. It is, as those who live through cold and snowy winters, the point at which, maybe, just maybe, things are on the upswing, and that, going forward, the earth is closer to spring than winter.
And maybe in so doing, we forget that we live in a reality whose meaning does not cconsist in our ability to tame and conquer it, but rather in our willingness to submit to and acknowledge its mysteries. And to learn that, finite that we be, we will never fully outwit that which we did not make.
We learn to open our eyes.
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