31/01/2026
Tomorrow (1 Feb) is Imbolc, a potent midpoint between Winter solstice and Spring equinox.
A historic marker of survival, Imbolc symbolises hope, as we witness the Earth begin to wake from her slumber. Beneath the soil, seeds are stirring from dreams of their encoded destiny. Fresh, tight buds are holding their breath...a quiet reassurance that the light will come again. That all is well afterall.
Here, there is chaos too, both the pull inwards towards rest and the desire to expand towards lingering light at the edge of the day. Early blooms risk too much, too soon, and Imbolc does not ask for big declarations or shiny new beginnings.
Today, the invitation is to tend to what’s already here. So we sit with the quieter questions:
🤍 What am I tending without an audience?
🤍 What needs care now to support expansiveness later on?
🤍 What in me requires patience rather than haste?
May Brigid bless the hearth, the land, and our patient acts of self-care
Happy Imbolc🔥 🤍
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