Imbolc arrives at the end of the week, the feast of Brigid, the perfect point between winter solstice and spring equinox, when we cross from dark to light. This is a crossing of profound ambivalence — not necessarily good defeating evil, or liberation toppling oppression. It’s about the mix, the dance, the painful, delicious tingle at the start of the…
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