π An Update on the Season Ahead
This August I was confronted with the promise I made during Imbolc: commitment to family. I have written before about generational trauma, about how it can silence and isolate us,…
This August I was confronted with the promise I made during Imbolc: commitment to family. I have written before about generational trauma, about how it can silence and isolate us,…
Late summer carries a different kind of warmth. The air is still bright, but it begins to feel weighted with ripening. Fields bend under the fullness of grain, fruit deepens…
There is something expansive at the centre of Litha. Not expansive in the sense of overwhelming intensity, but in the way the world feels fully open. Bees move through wildflowers,…
As the snow begins to recede and the first crocus pushes through frost, Imbolc stirs quietly in the world. It heralds the slow return of light, a gentle promise that…