Imbolc is here!!

Hey Love!

Happy Imbolc to you all!

yay yay I couldn't be more excited!

Here in the northern hemisphere, we are starting to feel warmer as spring is around the corner and the depths of winter are left behind. But this letter is not about weather, it is about the inner connection we have to the environment, even when our outer lives may lead us to think otherwise, deep inside you remember you are weaved into Earth's womb, our belly bottom was never truly severed. 

Traditionally imbolc was celebrated in the gaelic world and I find is very relevant to share this knowledge as I believe the disconnection from the land, from nature, from the identity that we share collectively when engaged in rituals and wisdom keeping, when this knowledge was lost, the belonging experience was compromised and my personal opinion is that the collective response in Europe to survive this appearant severing of their mother, disconnected from Earth's womb and nurturing power they had a natural mamalian survival mechanism of flight or fight and on a collective scale it lead them to ships and to a mindset of projecting what was going within by severing the indigenous people of these new found lands from their own land, traditions, identities, rituals and belonging. 

The original peoples of America, Australia and Africa have taught me on the past decades of my life to remember this connection to her, Gaia, mother earth, one who we share our soul with. They were the last cronologically to be separated from country, from the land and they are the first one to remind their simblings descended from the European traditions to go back to their ritual and Imbolc is one of those opportunities.

In this turning point between winter and spring, Ireland and neighboring regions saw the first signs of the land's reawakening appearing after the coldest part of the year. Within and without they sensed the moment where renewal and light are coming and the scarcity of the deep winter is almost over, the stored food and resources are running out but the land is soon to be green and plantation can restart, the soil is softer.

The days aren't as dark anymore and they are getting brighter, it is time to look for and connect attentively with the signs of nature, to the birds that announce the new schools of fish coming back to warm waters. Their different singing tones signalling that hibernation is ending. 

New life stirs in the fields and among the animals. Ewes often began giving birth at this time, and milk returned to the household economy, it is a sign of fertility and prosperity. 

Imbolc festival combined practical farm awareness with ritual acts meant to support growth and protection for the coming season.

The word “Imbolc” is commonly linked by scholars to Old Irish terms connected to milk or being “in the belly,” reflecting pregnancy and nourishment. For farming families, this was tangible proof that life was moving again after winter scarcity.

Fire and light rituals were another central feature. As daylight lengthened, people lit candles, hearth fires, and sometimes outdoor torches to honor the returning sun and to symbolically awaken the land. Homes were cleaned and refreshed, ashes cleared from hearths, and tools prepared for the new agricultural cycle. These acts blurred the line between spiritual observance and seasonal housekeeping.

Imbolc this year is aligning with the last moon cycle of the Year of the Snake and it is an invitation to shed the last skin pieces before we are galloping on the 2026 Horse Year. 

This is so poignant to me as on the past weeks, after publishing Uncoupling Reimagined I didn't feel like doing much except self nourishing and rest. 

I didn't write letter, I barely produced any content, my reserves were running low, my bank notifications were reminding me that the modern world doesn't care about Earth's season but my body wouldn't forget its deep belonging with Pachamama, the land and her heart wearing beating louder and I am laid on her lap for a nap. I have done enough rituals and re-membering to welcome my natural rhythm and I wish the same bliss and peace to you.

Imbolc was closely associated with Brigid, a figure of poetry, healing, smithcraft, and fertility in Gaelic tradition. Later Christian practice transformed her into Saint Brigid, and many customs continued under that name. 

People made woven rush or straw crosses, set them above doors or in barns, and asked for protection for family and livestock. Wells and springs sacred to Brigid were visited, with prayers for health and good fortune.

Domestic rituals also mattered. In some areas, a bed or place by the fire was prepared for Brigid’s spirit to symbolically enter the home during the night. Clothing or ribbons might be left outside to be blessed, then kept through the year as charms of protection or vitality. 

These practices emphasized hospitality to beneficial forces and attentiveness to unseen currents in nature.

Traditionally, then, Imbolc was not a dramatic public spectacle but a household centered, land focused observance. It honored the fragile threshold between hardship and abundance, winter and growth, darkness and lengthening days. Its meaning came from close relationship with animals, weather, fire, and water, and from the hope that careful ritual attention could help shepherd the community safely into spring.

I share this knowledge in hope to inspire you to reconnect to your Earth-Soul and remind you not to wait for permission to surrender to your own cycles, to your rhythm. Trust the flow of life. Trust the Mother, trust your body.

I'm sending you sooooooo much love, because you, you are Love itself embodied on Earth.

Eman