02/01/2026
Today feels unusually quiet.
Here in North Carolina, the world is softened beneath a blanket of white, as if nature herself has asked us to slow down.
Imbolc marks a threshold — the space between winter’s deep rest and the first subtle movement toward spring. A time when nothing appears to be happening, yet something is quietly organizing itself beneath the surface. This year, that turning is held by the full moon — luminous, steady, and calm.
This is a moment for tending the inner flame.
For listening inward.
For allowing your system to settle enough to notice what’s gently waking within you.
Light a candle.
Wrap yourself in warmth.
Offer a blessing to the version of yourself that is slowly emerging.
The ground may still be frozen —
but life is stirring.
And so are you.
Wishing you a soft, sacred Imbolc.
If you feel called, you’re welcome to share any reflections or quiet rituals — I’d love to witness them.
