Moon Shine Women’s Circle

05/02/2026

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02/02/2026

Welcome Brigid 💚🌿✨

GODDESS of the MONTH: BRIGID

"Brigid is the bridge, crossing the threshold from Goddess to Saint, Celtic to Christian, North and South, winter and spring, water and fire, masculine and feminine, ancient and modern."

~ Treacy O'Connor

Also known as Brigantia, Brig, Brid, Bride, Brigdu, Brigida, this goddess was and is venerated across Europe, and even into Mediterranean areas from Spain to Turkey. In Irish mythology, Brigid is of the Tuatha Dé Dannan (people of the goddess Dannan/Danu), and is daughter of Danu and the Dagda (the good god).

Although we tend to think of Brigid as primarily belonging to Ireland (which she certainly does), she was a pan-European Celtic goddess also honored among Gaelic and Brythonic speaking people of Scotland, Brittany, Wales, Cornwall, and Britain. In what is now Belgium, the Netherlands, and Germany, many old churches bear her name, and depictions of “Brigida” with her cows are often seen.

Brigid : 🕯wakes the winter earth,💧thaws and hallows the frozen streams and holy wells, 🤍heals and blesses all, 🐑 acts as midwife to those in labor,🥛 aides lactation, 🙏🏼 protects infants and children, ✨presides over poets, artists, smith-craft, seafarers, domestic affairs, 🔥and offers us her sacred flame.

🔥The flame of creativity that brings forth poetry, music, and all art

🔥The flame in the head that enlightens, inspires and motivates

🔥The flame of the forge, that shapes and transforms

🔥The flame of healing in the hearth, hands and heart

🔥The flame of the strengthening sun and the waking earth

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🔸How might you find the flame within?

🔸How might you tend and nourish your own flame?

🔸What is Brigid’s message to you?

🔸How might you walk with Brigid and share your warmth and fervor?

~ Rebekah Myers, copyright ©️ 2016 by Rebekah Myers
Sacred Sisters Full Moon Circle

“Brigit of the mantles,
Brigit of the peat-heap,
Brigit of the twining hair,
Brigit of the augury.

Brigit of the fire glow
Brigit of the ewe’s milk
Brigit of the holy well
Brigit of the candlelight
Brigit of the white feet,
Brigit of the calmness,
Brigit of the white palms,
Brigit of the kine.

Brigit, woman-comrade,
Brigit, woman-helper . . .

Nor sun shall burn me,
Nor fire shall burn me,
Nor beam shall burn me,
Nor moon shall burn me.

Nor river shall drown me,
Nor brine shall drown me,
Nor flood shall drown me,
Nor water shall drown me.

Nightmare shall not lie on me,
Black sleep shall not lie on me
Spell sleep shall not lie on me,
“Luaths-luis” shall not lie on me.

I am under the keeping
Of my Goddess
My companion, beloved
Brigit.”

~ adapted excerpt from Scottish Supplication of Brigit

Art: Nadia Turner
Nadia Turner Art

01/02/2026

Imbolc Blessings Dear Sisters 💚🌿✨

03/01/2026

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🌕 Wolf Moon 🌕
In old winter lore, the Wolf Moon rose when the cold pressed close and hearths mattered most. It’s a moon for warming the house ~lighting lamps early, stirring a pot, folding a blanket where you’ll need it later.
This moon moves through watery Cancer, the Moon’s own dwelling place. Feelings may sit nearer the surface, intuition a little keener, hearts a little more exposed. Comfort counts tonight ~warm food, familiar music, kindness offered without explanation.
And for those this moon has laid bare, leaving you performing a kind of energetic triage ~choosing what you can tend and what must rest ~I see you.
May what needs comfort be comforted. May what needs holding be held.
From the Broom’ery 🌿 ~Monica
(Eli Hellman artist)

03/01/2026

The Moon has been well and truly in her power as we step towards the lighter days. Wishing you all Peace, Warm Connections and Gentle Moon Glows ✨🌙

13/12/2025

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“In Irish folklore, the Cailleach is consistently portrayed as an immensely old and powerful goddess; many of the stories emphasize her great age, and such stories are deeply embedded in the landscape.

Their usual setting is wild and rocky places, like the place names which are associated with her and which are usually attached to mountains or locations in which ancient dolmens and cairns are to be found.

More often than not, the stories say that the Cailleach is the creator of these places…

Stories of the Cailleach and mythic old women like her arise out of a time when the Earth was commonly represented as the body of a woman.

Caves were thought of as wombs, rivers as veins or the flow of life-giving milk, and hills were seen as breasts … but then, with time, the Divine became disembodied, transcendent, and the physical became something to overcome or supersede…

In many parts of Europe, these powerful and life-giving elder women were transmogrified in the folklore into stereotypical witches.

But what is interesting to me is that, although so many old gods vanished from memory after the adoption of Christianity, the Cailleach did not; her stories, and the stories of gigantic old women like her, are abundant in the landscape, and still very much alive.

It’s the old women who remain here then; it’s the grandmothers who endure.”

~ Sharon Blackie, “Hagitude: Reimagining the Second Half of Life”

Art by Elena Albanese

13/12/2025

“ Dance Dance Wherever you maybe, I am the Lord of the dance said she”

Dance when you’re broken open.

Dance when you’ve torn the bandage off.

Dance in the middle of fighting.

Dance in your blood.

Dance when you’re perfectly free.

Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,

like a wave that crests into foam at the very top,

Begins.

Maybe you don’t hear that tambourine,

or the tree leaves clapping time.

Close the ears on your head,

that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.

There are other things to see, and hear.

Music. Dance.

A brilliant city inside your Soul!

In the house of lovers

the walls are made of songs

the floor dances and the music never stops.

Rumi ❤️❤️❤️

13/12/2025

Trust 🫶🏽

“And suddenly, you just know it’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.”
Meister Eckhart

Edward Gordon - The Chest, 1940–2023.

13/12/2025

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“Begin again.
Little moments.
Tending to the flowers.
Cutting the fruit.
Opening the curtains so that the entire sky can greet you.
It’s never easy but, no matter.
Steam from the tea so quiet.
An open book, and door, and arms.

You have time.
Time to create a life that you can stand up straight in.
Even though life may beat you down.
Hard.
Even though things, situations, and people you love may be taken away from you so that your arms can memorize the grace of letting them go.
Even then, especially then, begin again.

Remind yourself that nothing really dies, rather, it transforms.
Everything and everyone you have ever loved lives in the mysterious memory of your cells. Turning. Healing. Renewing itself.
Until one day, a photograph of something or someone very dear, long gone, visits your mind and you bow your head with appreciation.

Meanwhile, take your pain to the sea and your trouble to the mountain.
Leave it there and walk home clean.
When failure knocks and rattles and quakes, let it.
Watch it make a fresh canvas of you.
Failure, that great teacher, is kinder if you thank her as you are getting up off the floor. She knows something that you don’t know: that she is usually the last face you will see before breaking through.
Such a little light in the crack of the door.

But today, if you are wading through the waters of loss or confusion: begin again.
Open the avocado.
Draw the bath.
Call your best friend.
Gather the books.
Play your favorite album.
Write.
Create art.
Open your arms. Move your legs.
Lovely, little blessings. Whispering to life that you won’t give up.
Not ever.”

~ Jeannette Encinias, Wild and Precious Life
on Instagram

Art: Sarah Bowman
Sarah Bowman Artist

13/12/2025

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“We have seasons when we flourish and seasons when the leaves fall from us, revealing our bare bones. Given time, they grow again.”
Katherine May - Wintering: The power of rest and retreat in difficult times, 2020.

Maxfield Parrish - Ecstacy, 1929.