I rise from my bed to sit on its edge, slipping my sleepy toes first into wool socks and then into sheepskin slippers, trying to keep the comforting warmth I had under my thick blanket. I find myself captivated by the frosty snowflakes delicately clinging to our bedroom window. In the distance, the morning sun begins its ascent from the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow upon the wooden walls of my sanctuary. It’s freezing cold: –18 celsius outside and barely +15 inside. It’s a signal for me to kindle a fire and brew a steaming cup of coffee. Or, should I skip the coffee and start caffeine fast as my purification ritual? What could be my February New Moon ritual that would align with the month’s theme?