On this threshold of light, as winter loosens its grip and the first sparks of spring stir beneath the soil, we call the blessing of Imbolc upon those who serve the heart of Witches’ Hallow. May Brigid’s flame warm your spirit without burning it, rekindle your creativity where it has dimmed, and illuminate your path as teacher, mentor, and keeper of wisdom. May your hands be steady in their work, your words carry truth and compassion, and your presence be a hearth where others find safety, courage, and becoming. As the ewe gives her first milk and the land whispers soon, may your efforts be nourished, your labor honored, and your unseen work blessed tenfold. Where fatigue lingers, may rest find you. Where doubt creeps in, may purpose rise. Where passion sleeps, may sacred fire awaken it anew. You are not only staff—you are torchbearers, tending knowledge, community, and magick in quiet and powerful ways. May this season remind you that even the smallest flame changes the dark. By fire kindled, by intention spoken, by the turning of the Wheel— you are blessed, you are valued, you are held. So it is at Imbolc. So it shall be as the light returns. 🕯️
