Bridgid/Bride

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Siul Linn, a Bhríd* (Walk with us, Brighid)
*”Shoe lean ah Breejah”

Brigit, i.e. a poetess, daughter of the Dagda. This is Brigit the female sage, or woman of wisdom, i.e. Brigit the goddess whom poets adored, because very great and very famous was her protecting care. It is therefore they call her goddess of poets by this name. Whose sisters were Brigit the female physician [woman of leech craft, Brigit the female smith [woman of smith work]; from whose names with all Irishmen a goddess was called Brigit.

Stokes, Whitley, ed. Cormac’s Glossary. Trans. John O’Donovan. Calcutta: O.T. Cutter for the Irish Archeological and Celtic Society, 1868.

IMBOLC ADVENT – medidations & contemplations for the four Sundays before Imbolc

  • https://hereternalflame.wordpress.com/2017/01/08/imbolc-advent-2017-first-sunday/
  • https://hereternalflame.wordpress.com/2017/01/15/imbolc-advent-2017-second-sunday/
  • https://hereternalflame.wordpress.com/2017/01/22/imbolc-advent-2017-third-sunday/
  • https://hereternalflame.wordpress.com/2017/01/29/imbolc-advent-2017-fourth-sunday/
  • The Mystery of Brigit
  • Guest Post – ‘Brigantia: Tribal Goddess by Sheena McGrath’
  • Prayer for Imbolc
    ‘Beloved Brighid of the triple flame
    Daughter of Dagda,
    Guardian of the sacred springs
    Whose voice is the soul of the harp
    We call on thee.
    Teach our hands to heal and our hearts to sing.
    We entrust our life’s progress to your care
    and ask that you shape us,
    bending and turning our hearts on your bright anvil of flame
    till we are made perfect jewels
    fit to be set in the Eye of your timeless harp
    to play for the soul of the people in times of sorrow and times of celebration.
    We thank you for your gifts to us of Poetry and Music,
    of laughter and tears,
    and for the healing balm of your Wisdom.
    May we always meditate of your sacred waters,
    which surround us at birth
    and sail us to our destiny.
    Our hearts are open to receive your blessings.
    Midwife of our souls, rain on us,
    shower your inspiration in curtains of song
    from sacred waterfalls in the realm where you dwell.
    Come to us as Virgin with the soft smell of flowers.
    Come to us as Mother and feed us your fruits.
    Come to us as a Wise Woman in the stark blasts of Winter.
    Help us to see your Mystery in all creation,
    that we may know gratitude and reverence.
    Our Hearts sing to you with Love.
    Teach us to change like the revolving seasons.
    Teach us to grow like the green corn that feeds the people.
    Teach us to fashion Beauty like the stillness of the forest pool
    and the roar of the ocean wave.
    Teach us to heal like the soothing gem which cools the eyes and restores limbs.
    With humility and bright expectation
    We invoke Thee this hour!”Words by Ellen Evert Hopman
    Image by Johnathan Weber

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