Rayven Michaels

Imbolc was today but I had no time to do ritual. I left home before dawn and traveled  more than an hour to be with my grandchildren for the day. Though it is a narrow road through the country with no cellphone signal, the long miles passage through the dark morning hours went well. I arrived timely for my daughter to walk across the street to her work (what a lucky commute), I crawled into bed with my tiny tot grandson and snuggled down for an hour more of rest. What a great surprise it was to awaken and find not only the light of day but the white of snow! I should pay far more attention to the weather as a Witch than I have done. The snow came on fast and hard and swallowed the land in a sea of white. Knowing that I was far from home and the roads that would take me home are hilly, narrow, winding, treacherous and unforgiving I had a bit of a panic. So, back up plans for the day were made and my journey home began much earlier than originally planned. Only the weather, roads and very cautious drivers ruled the trip. I followed behind a big rig for never ending miles and he barely traveled 30 miles per hour. Trailing behind him was such a bluster of snow that would white out my windshield so I had no choice but to hang back and travel slower than he -- so I found myself traveling barely 20 miles per hour. I feared at times that I would not be able to gain the necessary speed to make the hills but my trusty van accommodated me nicely, thank goodness. After far longer than normal, I made it home. The snow easily mounted to 6 or more inches. I was quite surprised. I had expected mere *spitting* of snow flurries. Shame on me.