But here we are now, in the dead of winter, on a pivotal, magical evening: the night that Cailleach gives way to Brigid. Blessed Imbolc to all of you. Don't forget the oats for Brigid's cow, or your shawls and blessed beds, but while you are out there: don't forget her momma. Cailleach has cared for us all in this dark time, but more: she has shed blood for us.