Imbolc is one of those festivals that doesn’t ask for perfection, but it does ask for a good colcannon recipe. It asks for warmth, honesty, and food that actually fills you up. Historically, this makes sense. Imbolc lands in early February, when winter has loosened its grip just enough to remind you that spring is…
How to celebrate Yule? For me, it is still about the long night, old roots and quiet, useful magic. Yule has never been flashy for me. It is not loud and I do not rush it. And, I am not going to reinvent myself before January even starts. Winter solstice isn’t always on the exact…
Imbolc: Fire, food, and the “we’re not dead yet” part of winter. Imbolc always hits me like that first honest stretch after a long slump. It’s not spring. Not even close. Instead, winter loosens its grip just enough to remind you that you’re a living creature with plans. Strange, but it conjures the scene of…
