Re-entry from the Deep
Waking the Hands, Waking the Flame Imbolc arrives not with certainty, but with sensation. A faint warmth under frozen ground. A loosening. The quiet knowledge that the Deep has done its work. January did not ask me to leap back into the world. It asked me to prepare for re-entry. At Imbolc, I did not rush the thaw. I kept myself warm while the world stayed cold, and I returned to motion gently, at my own pace, in my own way. This year, January was a threshold month — a time of returning not to momentum, but to my body, my home, my hands. After a long season of holding and pushing, the work became smaller and more intimate: tending what was closest, listening for what wanted warmth. Physical tending took the shape of hearth-work . Hands-on. Slow. Intentional. Even trying new recipes. The primary project this month was modest by design: tending one small area of my home that had grown heavy with neglect and winter pause. I cleared it slowly, touching each object with a sin...