Even though this happens twice each year, it always feels like a total miracle. Miraculous, like a friend showing up with a cup of coffee for you just when you need it. Or a greeting card arriving in the mail the exact moment your spirits needs a lift. Or when you reach into a …
Archetypes
The Priestess Moon
Tomorrow, a sideways sickle will hang in the winter sky like a smile, like a chalice. It's the first sliver of moonlight after the dark moon. It's the The Priestess Moon, the Imbolc of the month. Under this moon, I will creep through the winter leaves, wet …
My Imbolc
I got up at my usual time, about an hour before light. The floors were cold as I padded through the house on bare feet. I lit a candle to guide me downstairs to the woodstove that would usually carry a little warmth from the full rounds loaded in before bed, but not at Imbolc. At Imbolc, I …
