There is power in standing in that balance. When we witness our own harvest; the projects we completed, the love we tended, the small daily acts of courage, we can bow to ourselves in gratitude.

She has shown me I am here to live with devotion, to follow love, to speak truth and to trust in the deeper rhythms of life that don’t conform to external approval.

As winter begins to loosen its grip and the first hints of spring stir beneath the frozen ground, Imbolc emerges as a day of sacred...