Each year on February 2, people congregate outside of the holes of groundhogs kept in various zoos to participate in the modern reenactment of ancient rituals that said that these furry rodents could predict the weather. Whatever one does or does not believe about the forecasting power of the groundhog, the ritual itself is a reminder that winter will end and spring is on the way.
When have you participated in a ritual whose form filled your spirit (if not its content)?
I think of it as the pagan holiday of Imbolc, or Ewe’s milk, which was supposedly honored in ancient times with spring housecleaning, including removing the last of the Yul greens.