Magic in the First Signs of Spring
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The first New Moon of the year has passed, leaving behind a sky that feels expectant. While the air still carries the sharp, cold bite of midwinter, if you listen closely—and look even closer—you’ll realize the Earth is beginning to wake from its long, dark dreaming.
For weeks, our morning soundtrack has been the rough, familiar caw of the winter crows. They are the steadfast guardians of the bare branches, the shadows against the gray. But just this morning, a new melody joined them. The songbirds are returning, their delicate trills cutting through the frost, reminding us that the silence of winter is never permanent.
The Snowdrop
Today, I spotted them: the first snowdrops of the season.
There is a profound magic in the snowdrop. It is a tiny, fragile-looking thing that possesses the immense strength required to pierce through frozen ground. In the language of flowers and folklore, the snowdrop represents hope and consolation. It doesn't wait for the sun to be at its peak; it blooms in the "in-between."
For those of us on a path of self-discovery, the snowdrop asks: What is ready to bloom within you, even while the conditions are still cold?
Seasonal Ritual: Intentions for the Stirring
We are currently in the season of "The Stirring." It is a time for:
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Listening: Like the return of the birdsong, what inner whispers have you been ignoring during your hibernation?
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Cleansing: As the snow melts, it’s the perfect time to clear your space with selenite or cedar to make room for new growth.
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Patience: Spring is coming, but it isn't here yet. Use this time to nurture your "seeds"—your ideas, goals, and dreams—before they are ready for the full light of day.
My Invitation to You
Take a walk this week. Leave your phone behind and look for your own "firsts." Is it a bud on a willow tree? A change in the scent of the wind? A flash of green where there was only brown?
The magic of Fog and Fable is found in these transitions. We don’t just celebrate the full bloom; we celebrate the brave, quiet moment when the first petal decides it is time to rise.
