Today marks the beginning of Imbolc, a season that celebrates the first early signs of Spring. The word Imbolc means “in the belly”, encompassing the feeling when those first fetal flutterings can be felt, the quickening in the belly.With an emphasis on light rather than on heat, this promise that longer days are approaching begins as a small burning flame, barely alive but a source of light nonetheless. Brigid, the goddess of fertility, sheds her Cailleach identity today.She is still the ancient crone, summoning her old self while possessing the present. They are different iterations of her ghostly nature, existing contradictions. Cailleach is called “veiled one” but is unveiled today. Hidden things revealed.This cyclical act of being born again, year after year, is the Imbolc blessing and also it’s curse. Transformation is both invigorating and exhausting. Keeping a flame alive is not a small feat. It requires concentration for the moment ahead.I celebrate Imbolc through the act of protecting my flame, and concentrating on the many transformations that have brought me to this strange repossession of my former and future selves. Queering my identity is witchcraft, unveiling.