Honoring Imbolc and Thresholds

Transformation happens long before it is visible.

Just imagine all that a seed endures before it bears the sweetness of its fruit.

It can be hard to know where we are without referencing where we have been or where we think we are going. Yet searching only for what is already known leaves little room for something new to be born. We often recognize light most clearly when it is surrounded by darkness; the radiant warmth of a fire after a bitter cold, the smell of soil as it thaws and the earth begins to stir toward spring.

But what if we are simply in between?

Between sleep and waking.

Between being and becoming.

Not yet formed into an identity or something we can categorize.

This is the space of Imbolc; the great pregnant pause. The fertile darkness. The quiet void from which infinite potential arises. It is a difficult space to describe, hard to grasp the formless without rushing to shape it into something familiar. We may try to dress it up as something we’ve known before, or push ourselves out of a late-winter lull from fear of stagnation. But in doing so, we miss the invitation. We miss the opportunity for something truly new to arise. We miss the chance to feel the full range of our humanness.

I invite you to be with this in-between space without needing to know what it is. Trust that this is a potent time to be present and to gather your energy for the next cycle of the sun; especially if you don’t yet know what you are growing. This is a time to trust the unknowing, and to keep following the light, even when it leads us through darkness.