Imbolc is a quiet point on the wheel, the kind of turning that happens without spectacle. The land still looks like winter, the air still carries its bite, and nothing obvious has changed, yet something underneath has begun to reorganize itself. This is the season of noticing what is subtle rather than what is finished. Observed as the midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, Imbolc has long been associated with thresholds and preparation. It arrives before proof, before blos