When the sun comes out again in Spring, we notice how much there is that needs a good cleaning, stuff we’ve tucked away during the dark months of winter.
Psychological garbage we’ve forgotten to take out. Guck that clutters our senses. Lead weights that sink our hearts. Unmet expectations and stale resentments with a sharp taste of bitterness.
The rituals of spring are about endings, renewal, rebirth. This is a time of bonfires that consume deadwood, transform darkness into light, and mark the end of winter.
One possible meaning of the Gaellic Imbolc festival is the Old Irish imb-fholc, “to wash/cleanse oneself”.
You may have a spring cleaning of your home and family relations. Rather than analyze it and try to make sense of it, gather all that has served its time into a bundle of dust, light it up and watch it go.