Right under the wire let me whisper to you of Candlemas. Poised halfway between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox, this day is presided over by St Brigid, the Celtic goddess of fire and deep wells. Known for her resourcefulness and beautiful tenacity, she excels at creating something from nothing. I call her in to harvest creative projects and am feeling her strongly as I finish my book’s first draft.
Here in Februa, while the soil is still frozen and the trees still bare, we have the time and space to sow our own visions; this holiday is also the secular Groundhog Day because it stirs us out of hibernation. So put on Kate Bush’s The Dreaming. Light a white candle. Crack a window and breathe that clean cold air. And bless sweet Saint Brigid. She’s here to walk you into spring.