🌿 Jan 17 – Ritual of the Winter Flame: Tending Brigid’s Hearth-Fire Before Imbolc’s Dawn
There is a moment in deep winter when the soul feels the faint tremor of something awakening — a warmth…
There is a moment in deep winter when the soul feels the faint tremor of something awakening — a warmth…
In the turning of the year, there comes a point when movement ceases to serve. The body tires, the heart…
There comes a time in every journey — whether spiritual, creative, or personal — when the path seems frozen beneath…
When the heart of winter softens — just slightly, almost imperceptibly — the first guardian of renewal stirs among the…
Midwinter carries a certain holiness — not the brilliance of celebration, but the deep serenity of stillness. The world, blanketed…
There is a particular hush that lingers in the cold days of midwinter — a silence so profound it feels…
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