You ever notice how winter feels like it’s never going to end… until suddenly, there’s this tiny spark of light that makes you think, “Hey, maybe we’ll survive this after all?” That’s Imbolc for me. It’s that moment when the sun lingers a little longer, and you realize Mother Earth is quietly waking up—just waiting to pull back her winter blanket and spring out of bed.

With the seemingly endless stretch of January in the U.S. and a snowstorm about to hit my corner of the enchanted forest, I need the magic of Imbolc more than ever this first week of February. So, I wanted to share that light with you.

The Goddess Brigid & Snowdrop Flowers

Imbolc is traditionally tied to Brigid, goddess of hearth, poetry, and fertility—but for me, it’s also about snowdrops. Those tiny flowers are the overachievers of the plant world, poking their heads through frozen ground like, “Yeah, I’m here. What of it?” Small but mighty, and full of sass. The more I work with Imbolc’s energy, the more I see those little blossoms as a personal totem. They don’t just symbolize renewal—they embody quiet resilience, pushing through ice and darkness to remind us that change is happening, even when we can’t see it yet.

In my own creative chaos, Imbolc serves as a gentle nudge to trust those subtle shifts—to believe that even when things feel stagnant, growth is unfolding beneath the surface. That’s the magic that inspired my Imbolc art series—owls, landscapes, deities, faeries—a visual love letter to nature’s tenacity and the way it mirrors the human spirit.

If life feels dark or hopeless right now, let this be your soft reminder: the light always returns. ✨🕯️💫

~Jaye

Snowdrop the Flower Fae | 🎨 Jaye Rochon

This post first appeared on my Substack blog.