Tonight (and/or tomorrow, because the Celtic day ran from sunset to sunset) is Imbolg, a festival of light in the dark of winter. Normally a bright and hopeful celebration for me, this year it’s tinged by the dark and stinking spector of brexit.
Tonight I will lose my European citizenship. Against my will and due to the ignorance and bigotry of others. Today I am angry. I’m scared. But there’s that wee spark of hope that we have a way out.
Brexit and its resultant chaos have destroyed the status quo voted for in 2014. Scotland will now have a referendum on the new situation we find ourselves in:
- Shackled to a chaotic, hateful UK, outwith the EU’s safety and support.
- Or independent and free to choose our own path in the world
I have no doubt which path I choose.