Often forgotten are the cross-quarter days. I think of ewe's straining to birth a new lamb, who wobbles to her feet sooner than one would think. A shift of light as eyes catch the horizon of dusk. Yes, the Light is with us. We rise above the pressures of the day. We forgive ourselves all things. Candles flicker. Of course this ancient Celtic celebration was co-opted by the Christians. It matters not. It is honoring the way of the Heavens and the spinning of the Earth.