02/02/2022
Today, we celebrate and honor Brigid—the ancient Celtic Goddess of water and fire, the holy well and sacred flame. In ancient times, nineteen priestesses kept her eternal flame burning in Kildare. When Christianity took over, she became a saint, and her priestesses were replaced by nuns. In recent years, the Brigadine nuns have relit her sacred flame.
Once again, in her honor, women of spirit lead pilgrimages and ceremonies in Ireland and around the world. And this year, Ireland has declared her festival time to be a national holiday.
If you want to learn more about Brigid, I highly reccommend Mary Condren’s book, The Serpent and the Goddess!
Brigid presides over the arts of smithcraft, poetry, and healing. In this time of so much sickness, of body and soul, I offer this poem to her and all of us:
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For Brigid in the Second Year of the Pandemic
Brigid, the Healer
We know the body’s miracle capacity
To mobilize
To guard its borders
To fight off intruders
To repair the damage once the battle is done
Not all battles can be won
And sometimes the damage is too great to mend
And sometimes the weapons are lies
Brigid of the Forge
It takes fire to make disparate metals blend
To an alloy stronger than either alone
And blow after blow
Of the hammer
To forge a keen edge you can hone
A sword to cut through flesh and splinter bone
Or a scalpel, sharp to excise
The cancer
How do we discern what we must know
From desire in disguise?
Not every question has an answer
Brigid the Poet
Truth sets the tongue on fire
Truth can cauterize
The suppurating sore
Truth can forge and anneal
But we need more
Hammer on anvil rings like a bell
May we drink from your clear well
And heal