06/02/2026
Imbolc to me is a relief. A relief that nature promised the wheel would turn again. And I hope the reckoning is coming on the world stage.
The world is still quiet, still wrapped in winter, and yet… something is moving beneath th earth in her belly in the fiery core. This energy, force, is resting deep in the belly, held in the dark, doing its invisible work. This is the season of the womb and it is the season of patience and trust believing in the gentle becoming.
At this time of year, I find myself drawn to the smallest signs of life. Buying narcissus bulbs and tucking them into the soil, knowing I won’t see their beauty straight away but imagining their bloom when they share it with me. Filling the bird feeders and watching flashes of movement against bare branches - it always takes me by surprise when I see something move and this year I bought a bird feeder that attaches to me window and I am so thrilled to see the birds dart in and out so close. I will also no doubt take far too many photos of snowdrops because they remind me of my grandma (Joy). She passed at this time of year and so when I see the ground white with their starlike Milky Way clusters it takes me back to when I said goodbye, but its beautiful to be connected to her in that way because I am thrilled to be outside noticing the light and how it dances and the joy it makes me feel.
There is something profoundly comforting about these rituals. They remind me to forget the hurry. That growth can be slow, deliberate, and still powerful.
In pregnancy, this connection feels even deeper. Our bodies echo the land, holding, nourishing, waiting. We are not separate from the Wheel of the Year; we are moving with it. As the earth cradles seeds beneath her surface, we cradle life within our own warmth and darkness. Imbolc whispers that even when little is visible, everything is happening.
Light returns not all at once, but gently dappled.
Hope often arrives disguised as a beautiful snowdrop.
This season invites us to notice and to tend and to honour what is growing not just in the soil but in the cosmos, and within ourselves. This is the time.
