02/28/2026
Honoring the cycles of life, time as sunlight, and inner rhythms based on external ecosystems.
In the North, February is the month where the sunlight begins increasing a few minutes each day. By today, we have been gifted an extra hour of daylight.
This is not a small thing.
New Year's takes place during one of the, literally, darkest weeks of the year.
Our bodies are quiet, slow, and meant to be deeply internal. It is the worst time to make resolutions, try to meet goals, and launch new projects.
Our calendars, driven by industry and commerce, completely contradict the cycles of nature.
This is the reverberation of colonization. Land and body in disconnect.
Yet, are they really? No matter how much coffee you drink or how much electric light hits your third eye you can still feel the Winter slump.
The Winter blues are a necessary invocation for going deeper and slower when we are being painted by the cold, black shadow of that season.
It's our bodies relating to the Earth, no matter how much noise tries to separate us from them.
As we move toward March, I begin to feel an aliveness. I die a bit in Winter, then Imbolc begins to fertilize some dormant seed deep inside my being.
This shirt sums it up for me. The hare, decomposing, gifts its body to wild flowers and herbs that will use its flesh as a garden bed.
You see, even in death we are generously creating life.
It's okay to let plans die, to let identities die, to let expectations die.
You're just creating space for something new to unfurl.
