Imbolc: Our Beginnings Never Know Our Ends

Thoughts on Imbolc and the Perseverance of Hope In this last six-ish weeks of Winter, known as Imbolc or Candlemass, there is a feeling, an impulse rustling at the edge of crocus buds jutting, verdant, out of the frosty ground. You catch it in the sudden song of returning starlings, something offbeat, upbeat, swift. Like … Read more