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In the belly. The first flame in the deep cold. Something is stirring.
Imbolc — from the Old Irish i mbolg, meaning in the belly. The belly of the earth, full with what is about to emerge. The belly of the ewe, full with the lamb not yet born. The belly of the year, carrying what the long dark has quietly grown.
Brigid — goddess of this festival, fire goddess, healer, poet — was said to be born with a flame in her head. She is the flame that appears in the cold. The creative force that does not wait for comfortable conditions. This guide is rooted in her energy: the first stirring, the snowdrop through frozen ground, the birdsong returning before the winter has ended.
What is in the belly of your life right now — not yet born, but unmistakably there and beginning to move?
In the belly. The first flame in the deep cold. Something is stirring.
Imbolc — from the Old Irish i mbolg, meaning in the belly. The belly of the earth, full with what is about to emerge. The belly of the ewe, full with the lamb not yet born. The belly of the year, carrying what the long dark has quietly grown.
Brigid — goddess of this festival, fire goddess, healer, poet — was said to be born with a flame in her head. She is the flame that appears in the cold. The creative force that does not wait for comfortable conditions. This guide is rooted in her energy: the first stirring, the snowdrop through frozen ground, the birdsong returning before the winter has ended.
What is in the belly of your life right now — not yet born, but unmistakably there and beginning to move?