On the back of a deer, from silver gates to golden ones.Fox tails sweep away the traces behind.Opening our eyes—now it’s clear, this is no dream!Dying to be reborn, exchanging sunset for sunrise. The sky is veiled in milky white, and the heart,Like a child after separation, longs to return to the mother’s embrace.In the arms of reviving warmth, we allow ourselves to melt,Opening to love, with nothing left to
The time of Imbolc is a time of hope and joy. But it is also a time of sorrow, as we come to terms with the fact that not all past hopes have come true, and not every joy has a place in the future. Letting go of old hopes is an important and necessary process, yet it can be melancholic and painful—for unfulfilled dreams may still beckon, even when
The Magical Door of Imbolc opens before us with a slow yet steady turn of the Wheel toward spring. Its energies are already racing forward, filling us with the joyful anticipation of renewal as we awaken from winter’s slumber—just like the first snowdrops breaking through the frost. A powerful wave of inspiration rises within us, reminding us that every melody, every change, is part of life’s great symphony. We begin
🦋 Leaving the realm of consciousness, we embark on a magical journey into the unconscious, a path that leads through the well. How do we walk the path of healing from a helpless orphan to the Mistress of our own life? How do we turn a fall into flight? How do we find our path and start living a bright, fulfilling life? Fairy tales are a powerful therapeutic tool, capable