Imbolc: the return of the light

There is an old remembering that time was once kept not by clocks or calendars, but by light and land. By the slow breathing of the Earth. In the Celtic wheel of the year, the dark half and the light half face one another like twin lovers, meeting at the solstices. Between them lie the equinoxes, moments of balance, and between those again the liminal thresholds of cross-quarter days — the fire festivals — when something turns, quietly but irrevocably.