As I sit on the eve of Imbolc, I see the pieces of my life starting to slot into place. The winter brought Wizzley - a friendly, fun place to write. I've done my time of deep reflection, but for me that was also a period of experimentation.
What articles do people like to read? What subjects shine through, not as a chore, but as pure enjoyment in the crafting? How does this new site work and can I find a home for myself here?
I wrote in the introduction to my Wizzography that on-line freelance writing starts with a steep learning curve. I won't fool myself that I'm even close to knowing it all. There should be baby steps and bravery all of the way. But I know enough now to plan my strategies for the year, to try and make this work.
I feel ready now. There is an optimism for the months ahead, born of the fact that I'm not treading blindly in the dark anymore. There is, at least, that sure, dim light illuminating some of the path before me. This is the very essence of Nos Gŵyl Fair, which is merely the Welsh name for Imbolc.
But there's more. This morning I had a telephone conversation which promises to lead to part-time employment. It's administration in an office, which I'm more than qualified to do. I was the regional administrator for a governmental project for many years.
This new job is based in a computer software developer's office, which pings against another interest. It's been created in preparation for the 2012 London Olympics. I've been keeping my eye on that, because of the historical precedent and politics that I've observed. This will help focus that attention, perhaps with more insight. The office is close to home. My prospective employer will be a member of my family. The hours are part-time and to suit me around my writing.
It's like it was designed especially for me. It's a brand new seed planted into the fertile soil of my life, showing the way forward. The fact that this opportunity has arrived at Nos Gwyl Fair (no doubt born of the conversations had at the Winter Solstice celebrations) is not lost on me. This is the way that the Wheel of the Year turns.
I will place a candle on my windowsill, as a welcoming light in the darkness. I will keep the vigil of the night. My Sabbat rituals will unfold as they do every year, all in their place and echoing the forces of nature all around. The God and Goddess are welcome in my home.
But that is for spirit. Maybe more importantly for myself and other Wiccans are what we do with the energy of the light. It's not, and never has been, for deity to wave a magic wand and make things right again. It's for us to carry that torch into our lives and make things happen for ourselves.
This is Imbolc. This is Nos Gwyl Fair. This is Candlemas, Groundhog Day or whatever you want to call it. This is when we decide upon our path for the year ahead, then shine a light upon it.