The threshold festival of Imbolc marks the surfacing of spring- agricultural promise, new beginnings, creativity + sexual reawakening.

Imbolc derives from the old Irish ‘i mbolg' meaning in the belly. It's the shy, reluctant stirrings of our sacral waters. The nature of the season is expressed in our music, our art, the poetry of our creature bodies.

We're guided from the Dreamsource static of deepest winter to the red-hot + holy glow of Brigid, exalted goddess of healers, Poets, childbirth + inspiration who visits every home and hangs her cloak on a sunbeam.

Imbolc is the gentle tenacity of the new, beautiful idea stirring deep down under a blanket of cold, dead leaves.

We're working with the forward flow of life force, eliminating the old and rousing up an orgasmic infusion of hormonal health, creative expression + unbearable beauty.

The rigors of deepest winter are passing and we're on our way toward the blossoming field of generosities.

Join @iamcathyfrench on a pilgrimage through the sensuous Irish landscape enmeshed with supernatural explorations of Ireland's holy wells + goddess Brigid