There's a silent beauty wrapped in the month of February. Perhaps it's the love celebrated, glistening like dew, on Valentine's Day. Or the rich fertility of Spring enchanting the land on Imbolc. Or the sparkling crystals of Winter etched into each delicate snowflake.
Or perhaps it awaits our awakening of a deeper meaning. A remembrance of ancient times. When love danced in mystery and magic. Each moment, a treasure. Each facet of being human cherished. When seeking to fix and heal was nameless.