Halfway, Hopeful: Making Space
Imbolc and Candlemas For Imbolc this year, I made a wreath from mimosa, rosemary, thyme, and bay, and laid it out for Brigid. I left a scarf outside too, so she might bless it while I slept. These small gestures feel right at this point in the year—half ritual, half instinct—acts of attention offered to […]
