In present day, this ancient holiday has been overshadowed by the silly tradition of Groundhog Day, which I've always felt is much ado about nothing. How much more meaningful is one of the pagan traditions for Candlemas, of marking the midpoint of winter by having someone dress up as a bear coming out of hibernation and terrorizing young girls in the community?
Today, I'm thankful to have Candlemas to remind me of light in the darkest of hours. On this icy and foggy day, a candle glows on the desk next to my computer. In February and March, when the days are long and can be pretty dreary, I'm reminded that light comes in many forms. A good book, a walk with my friend Joan, who makes me laugh like no one else, and spending time in the kitchen, cooking up delicious body warming meals.
Before long, I'll be planning the garden and looking for the first buds of spring. But, for now, I'll seek the pleasures of this season, reminding myself that there's no time like the present.