Imbolc a Quiet Return
the stirring before the thaw
Imbolc arrives on Sunday and does not announce itself, it comes in quietly. It is the time when a new season is not quite ready to begin, yet the light lingering longer begins to stir something. This is a season of small flames being lit to symbolize the returning sun and what new growth is yet push through the still frozen ground. At Imbolc, we do not rush toward spring; we tend what is waking, trusting that rhythm will hold us while the stirring finds its way.
My word for the year is Rhythm and I think now is the perfect time to break that down a little. Spending time listening in January allowed me to slowly and intentionally create a rhythm for the year, a pulse that will be my guiding light: daily rituals, seasonal cycles, breath, nourishment, and rest. Rhythm is a steady practice and with Imbolc, a first stirring of the year begins to move within that rhythm, propelling me forward.
My ideas are beginning to warm, they are not quite ready for germination, but gently readying to break through. I am looking longingly at seed catalogs, not quite planning, but dreaming of the garden to be, my hands itching to get into the soil. As a result, February is also a time for patience and paying attention to that rhythm of the year that is rooting me.
As we move through February, we will start an ongoing discussion about food as medicine. How to be aware of our food systems and with that knowledge some easy practices to expand your kitchen wisdom. I will also share a February stirring guide, and a favorite recipe for the month.
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Until next time,
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Thank you Amy. There is a lot around about Imbolc at the moment but I do like how you have made it personal to you. I have also been thinking of doing my review of the word of the year over this time.