Imbolc and February

Imbolc is the first sabbat of the year, and it marks a midpoint between Winter and Spring. In some parts of the northern hemisphere, changes have already begun. Early shoots have started to peek up through the ground although, in most parts of the hemisphere, winter is still holding firm and snow still blankets the world.

In the old times, Imbolc is the first of the three fertility sabbats, and it marks the time when cows give their first milk for their calves. It is seen as a time of innocence and purity and white is often the traditional color.

To me, Imbolc also represents femininity. Femininity can mean many different things to different people, but as the masculine and the feminine are equal parts of my practice, I honor them both at different times. To me, femininity is present in all living things, and it means wisdom, harmony, and strength of endurance.

To me it doesn’t matter whether you identify as female or not, you can still embrace your feminine energy. If you look beyond the traditional western standards of what is feminine, this can mean many different things to different people. But for me, it’s a chance to honor the women in my life, especially those who are older and wiser than myself.

For me, February isn’t about romance or gifts or couples; it’s about women in general- all women, not just the ones who are together with someone.

Imbolc is also a time to honor the passing of winter. The long cold darkness is almost over (unless you live here in California and the darkness never really came), and spring is almost here. From here the days are growing longer, the sun will soon chase away the snow.

So don’t be afraid to get in touch with the feminine energy inside of you.

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Written by My Little Corner of Everything

I am a writer and a graphic designer who has a lot to say about life! I am a woman in her 30's who lives in California with her husband. Most of all, I am an explorer. I express myself through the written word and the visual world. I have Aspergers but I don't see it as a 'disability' but rather, an identity. It is who I am.

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