Imbolc

Usually Imbolc is one of my favourite festivals as it you really start to notice the days getting longer at this time of year, but not this year. With the snow still lying inches deep in our town and more forecast for tonight there's not the smallest hope of seeing any snowdrops even if any were hardy enough to raise their heads. And I can't tell how light it may be under the covering of heavy, ominous cloud.
I don't normally celebrate festivals by the calendar, I usually wait until it feels 'right' and some years I've celebrated Imbolc earlier than February as a result but I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever celebrate it this year. I've been looking up some ideas for Imbolc crafts that we haven't done before and feeling less than inspired. It just doesn't feel right yet. And yet I also ahve the feeling that I'm waiting, waitig for something which is overdue. I feel stuck in limbo - it should be starting to feel spring-like and yet this is the worst weather we've had all winter, with no sign of it letting up yet. I don't want to make suns and snowdrops and custard, I still feel like hearty winter vegetable fare, even though I am simultaneously bored by that now.
Maybe the weather is reflecting my state of mind, and the state of our life at the moment, or maybe we are stuck in our life right now because the weather hasn't changed and pushed through a new phase. We are holding our breath...