In Liminal Times


Hello friends,

In Ireland, many people honor Brigid and the holiday of Imbolc on February 1st and 2nd. Some others of us do the same, around the world.

February is an in between, liminal space. Still winter, but with the promise of spring. In the northern hemisphere, the sun is strengthening, but the nights are still long and cold.

Much of the world is in another transition right now. We all must find ways in which to be, to help, and to survive.

Here is a poem I wrote for Brigid one decade ago. The prayer still applies now, though I changed one word to update it today.

Brigid is both healer and inspirer, forger and comforter. In tumultuous times, we need all of these qualities, and can hopefully reflect them for each other. We need stories and art that inspire, we need moments of healing. We need actions that strengthen communities, and the comfort that comes from a helping hand or listening ear.

I wish you the blessings of well and flame, of healing, inspiration, and strength.

Let’s help each other through.

Best wishes - Thorn


My Kickstarter campaign for Resistance Matters: Essays on Love and Action ends on Thursday. It's the only way to preorder this revised, expanded book of essays on our times.

T. Thorn Coyle

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