Coherence as a container. Imbolc is not a call to rise.It is a call to remain. Something has quickened.Life has chosen to continue.And now—before declarations, before action, before proof—it must be protected. The Midwives remind us:the most radical act at this threshold is not illumination, but containment. Not more light.Not louder truth.Not urgency dressed as awakening. But a steady fire. A regulated nervous system.A body that knows how to stay.A presence that does not flinch at uncertainty. What is new cannot survive being rushed.What is tender cannot organize itself under scrutiny.What is emerging needs warmth—not exposure. At Imbolc, coherence does…