The Quiet Fire of Imbolc

As February’s ice-bound grip begins to slacken—imperceptibly at first, in the softening edges of frost and the earliest stirrings of snowdrops—Imbolc arrives with the hush of a season in transition. An ancient festival, largely associated with Celtic traditions, Imbolc marks the midpoint between winter and spring, a moment when the long night begins to recede, and the land, still dormant, whispers of renewal.