Happy first full moon of the year, friends. And to those who feel the call – Happy Imbolc. We are in both the energy of revelation and
the tending of what is revealed.
That shift is everything.
The Cold Moon has always been a mirror of truth, our beacon in the dark revealing what the silence keeps near. Not just collective silence throughout the world, but the silence held within us, barb-wired by fear.
The Cold Moon is the giver of no damns. She’s a bastion of truth, the exposer of what we’ve been avoiding. She shines
glaring light on what we are meant to remember and asks boldly if we have the courage not just to look, but to see.
As we stand shoulder to shoulder in collective unrest, knee deep in radical injustice, we understand in an exhaustion that seeps to our bones how easy it becomes to let fear be our story.
It’s the very weight of the world lodging its arm to our throat reminding us with dead accuracy – stay in line.
And yet.
She challenges us to find the courage to hold the world’s gaze. She’s the spotlight demanding we not look away.
She demands we meet not just ourselves, but be the reflection of truth in the icy prick of her gaze.
She reminds us that stillness is not weakness. She asks us to not just see clearly who we are, she asks us to know who we’re being challenged to be.
The Cold Moon gives permission to feel what we feel without distortion or deflection. To put down our apologist shield and stand in truth.
To listen deeper for our purpose beneath the deluge of despair.
Despair is the feint.
Faith is the action.
Unification is our radical rebellion.
The light of the Cold Moon does not fix what is broken. She reveals what is. She is the reminder that we each carry a small, steady knowing — a true north that cannot be taken. In times like these, that star is our beacon. Recognizing that stubborn bright in unrelenting dark is our ultimate defiance.
Here the energy of Imbolc gentles the reality of now.
Imbolc is the seed already planted. It’s what pulses beneath. It is the steady sure tending of our own fire.
The Cold Moon and Imbolc together are not an invitation to ignore injustice. They are an invitation to rise with clarit
y rather than collapse into fear. They ask us to trust what we cannot yet see but already feel to be true.
To let the spark of truth sharpen us instead of dulling our edges numb. To look what is square in the eye, taking measured breaths before we climb to our feet again.
May the Cold Moon and Imbolc find us willing to meet what is revealed.
In the world, and in ourselves.
Courage friends, is our greatest act of compassion.
Be courageous.
