02/01/2026
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🌱🕯️ Imbolc & Grandmother Moon 🕯️🌱
Tending the Fire in a Time of Unveiling 🕯️🌕
Today is Imbolc. A holy pause in the turning year.
The moment when the light returns… not loudly, not triumphantly but faithfully. The ground is still cold. The world still tender. And yet, beneath the surface, life has already chosen to continue.
This year, Imbolc is crowned by the Grandmother Moon, she’s standing watchful and whole, illuminating what has been carried through the dark. Fire and moonlight meet. Hearth and sky speak to one another.
Across old ways and many lands, this threshold was tended in honor of Saint Brigid, keeper of the hearth fire, guardian of wells, midwife of renewal, patron of poets and healers. Brigid teaches that creation is not only about beginning, but about tending. About staying with what is fragile until it strengthens. About devotion expressed through care. And today, Grandmother Moon reveals more than personal truth.
We are living through a moment of collective tension and grief, many hearts are heavy. People are mourning, protesting, standing at thresholds of loss, anger, courage, and awakening. Systems are being seen more clearly. Stories long held in shadow are surfacing and nothing feels settled. Imbolc does not ask us to bypass this.
It reminds us that light does not erase what hurts.. it reveals it gently, so it can be tended instead of ignored. Grandmother Moon does not demand answers she invites honesty, not performance, not certainty but presence.
This is a time for small, steady fires. For listening more than declaring, for warming what has gone numb and for or blessing what has survived even if it is tired, even if it is still afraid.
If you feel emotionally open today, that is not weakness. If you feel quietly resolute, that is not indifference. If old fears rise, they are not here to rule you but to be released from authority.
Imbolc is the sacred pause between endurance and growth. The breath before emergence and the hearth relit after a long vigil. So today, tend what is real. Light a candle, warm your hands, speak hope softly. Let Grandmother Moon witness what you are nurturing within yourself, within your home, within your community.
May this returning light remind us that becoming does not begin with force, but with care. May we remember that we were never meant to bloom all at once. And may the fire we tend today be steady enough to carry us forward.
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Blessed Imbolc.