So, y'all: this one's long, almost double what I usually record and edit. But it was important. Last week, we talked about Cailleach handing over the reins to Brigid--and it's pertinent to this episode. I know you're tired. I know it's too much. But Brigid, spring, and the trees have our backs. Even if it's only a scream into the dark, or a big F-YOU to the ice that has frozen everything we loved about humanity, it counts. It's hard to believe, I get it. But the flowers are almost here. And we have to push up with them, somehow. Some way. It's what Witches do, hon.