Imbolc Blessings 2023

Imbolc is when winter is dreaming of spring. It's a stirring, a kind of whiffle that contains the potential. It's okay if you can't see it. It's still hidden, like the flower seeds deep down in the earth, or the baby lambs in their mothers' belly. Nature knows. And we are part of nature. The spiral that led you to your innermost chamber in the dead of winter, now offers a thread of dream that you may follow outward, a little later. For now, just know it's there.

Or, like the poetry of Fred LaMotte says:

"I am a crystal of snow

in the palm of your hand.

I am wings in a cocoon

flying through the nectar

of imagination.

I am the stillborn tear

held in half-closed eyelids

between Winter and Spring.

I am the trembling seed

of Imbolc."