Today Celts around the world celebrate Imbolc, the midway point between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox.
Groundhog Day is an adaption of that ancient Gaelic festival during which Cailleac, the hoary hag, decides how much longer winter will last. A nasty day means that the bad weather is almost over and today in New York is a wintery day of mixed sunshine.
Tomorrow I will light a candle at St. Patricks' Cathedral in honor of St. Brigid, the Hibernian goddess of poetry and healing. The more candles the faster comes the spring and if that doesn't work then I'm going to drink a little wine.
It's an old tradition.
New here, but then now is the time for the awakening of the cosmos.
ps Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow.
Six more weeks of winter.
Forty-two days.
Today was one of them.
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