πMabon: The rebalancing point
There is a brief moment in autumn when the year seems to pause. Summer has not completely disappeared, but the light is changing. Evenings arrive earlier, mornings feel different, and…
There is a brief moment in autumn when the year seems to pause. Summer has not completely disappeared, but the light is changing. Evenings arrive earlier, mornings feel different, and…
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…
🎃 Samhain: Where the Veil Turns Thin 👻 One of Bloomβs greatest joys is celebrating the turning of the seasons, especially the night that stretches from October 31st into November…