By the Sun, Candlemas/Imbolc happened this evening, between 8 and 9 o’clock, Mountain Time.
And I was watching an episode of PBS’ American Experience called “The Big Burn.” Coincidence, I think not. 🙂
(You can find it streaming on their site.)
Ten minutes in, there must have been smoke in the room or something, because I was having trouble with my eyes.
This was my heritage as a Forest Service brat back then and as a rural volunteer firefighter today. I walked outside afterwards, Her cold white light shining through the pines, still on that knife’s edge of beauty and terror, life in the mountain West.
One of these days I will pass again through Coeur d’Alene, and I will stop at Ed Pulaski’s grave to do a full-blown Pagan/Shinto/neo-shamanic thing with incense, flowers, whiskey, and the rest.
But the way things are going, I might have to wait my turn. Firefighters, I have learned, are a ritualistic bunch.