Today marks the end of Imbolc, a Celtic tradition ushering in Spring and celebrating women and femmes throughout their major stages of life: Maiden, Mother, Crone. How like nature to reflect itself in our bodies and its seasons.
Now is the time for preparing for a new growing season. Perhaps, you’re like me and you’ve been buying seeds, deciding on the size of your planting lots and which crop to situate where. Perhaps like me you’re preparing for the last frost (here in the Midwest, who really knows when that will be with its three winters and two springs). Perhaps like me, you’re ready take all that was planted in you in the winter, all the sustenance from teas and tinctures, elixirs and syrups, and you’re ready to go full barrel at life.
This is also a season for healing (when is it not, to a herbalist?) May be before rushing off to others, we can sit with ourselves and see what comes up. What shadows have these long nights enabled us to face? Which lessons and mental patterns have repeated themselves and sent us down into valleys the way only triggers can, whilst having a toolbox of support, has helped us climb out of it?
Imbolc is also called: ‘Candlemas” for the fiery and needed reminder that the sun and heat is coming back. As if any of us needed any excuses to light more candles and look into flames. And there are all the tea blends that soothe our nervous system, ready to support us in this transition, until we feel settled. (Not all are pictured here: Rosemary, basil, sweet violet, mugwort and angelina, to name a few).
Wishing you the loveliest restful night, with dreams infused with all the good that’s on its way to you,
Glad you’re here,
Erina 🌙
Olea Apothecary 