Of Groundhogs and Promises

© Suzanne B. Jacobson

All the sugar plums have been consumed, the Nutcrackers danced and the Jolly Old Elf has long since visited his last house.  Carols have been sung, gifts unwrapped and feasts have been washed down with everything from sparkling apple cider to homemade honey-mead.  We’ve stood in the silence of the long night with naught but a candle to light our way, and we’ve found ourselves on the other side with the symbolic reassurance of the divine gifts of Light and Life.

Only a month ago, as 2008 blew in like the proverbial lion of March, we found ourselves leaning toward the trite and the sappy.  We looked back on the old year and those before with retrospective glasses tinted with nostalgia; we looked to the new with some trepidation and some hope.  We made resolutions destined to be broken and plans we knew we will likely never complete.  January can be a harsh month.  Often, it is the coldest time of year.  We have been hard on ourselves, mourning the end of the holiday celebrations and berating ourselves for overspending, overeating and overdoing.    As we look forward into the New Year, it can seem that we’ve got little hope for warmth and comfort.  It becomes difficult to see beyond the bills and the barren trees.

There is hope, however – there’s always hope.  February 2nd is, for most of us, simply another day, and yet it has been a day of celebration for many.  The causes for celebration on this day are diverse, yet interwoven so tightly it’s almost impossible to unravel them.  The overlay of culture upon culture creates a beautiful weave in the tapestry of history and tradition.  To find that thread and follow it to its beginning is to revitalize the connection between humanity and Spirit.

Today, the majority of Americans think of February 2nd as a day strangely marked by watching the behavior of a rodent resident of Pennsylvania.  It’s that groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, who traditionally augers the future of the current winter season.  The groundhog is the American replacement for the European hedgehog.  Legend says that if the rodent sees its shadow, there will be six more weeks of winter weather; if it does not, there will be an early spring.

February 2nd is also the feast day of Celtic pre-Christian goddess of the hearth fire and fertility called Brigid, Brigit or Bride.  Brigid was honored as the inspiration of creativity.  In ancient Celtic times, Brigid’s day celebrated the renewal of life illustrated by the heavy bellies of lactating sheep.  According to some, its name, “Imbolc,” is translated as “in the belly.”  It is a Celtic word for the spring, when new plants begin to uncurl in their seed-cradles hidden in the dark earth.   A further unraveling of this rich spiritual tapestry leads to a celebration of the Catholic Saint bearing the same name.  Saint Brigid is the patron of poets, milkmaids and dairy workers, babies and children whose parents are not married, as well as many others, including, of course, Ireland.  She is purported to have founded a school of art and two monastic communities – one for men and one for women.

February 1st or 2nd has been celebrated as Candlemas Day; originally, Candle Mass.  This Catholic feast day marks the 40th day after the celebrated birth of Jesus.  According to Mosaic Law, a Jewish woman was considered unclean for 40 days after the birth of a male child.  Once that time passed, the woman was to take her child to the Temple for purification.  It is at this time, tradition says, that Mary took Jesus to the Temple, where he was seen by Anna the Prophetess and Simeon, who declared that the child was to be “a light unto the world. “ Traditionally, a Candle Mass is a blessing of the household candles, representing the Christ’s illumination of all aspects of life, the mundane and the spiritual. 

Whether or not one follows a religious path or even consciously considers spirituality, it is good to have a day to stop and think of what has come to pass and what may come ahead.  As we enter the season leading to Easter, Candlemas lends us a moment of quiet reflection.  It is a time to shed light upon the gifts of life that we have been given.  However we commemorate the day, we celebrate the turning of the year and acknowledge that we are forever embroidered into the rich and beautiful tapestry of tradition.  Through these traditions, the myriad ways of viewing the connection between ourselves and God are brought together.  Like a kaleidoscope turning the multi-colored glass, so are our lives as we encounter new, fresh ways of viewing the world we live in.  It is a time, I say, to once again let fall the walls between our belief and our knowledge.  It is a time to let faith, hope and imagination carry us a little closer to the boundary between here and Heaven.