I’ve recently had a hankering to burn things. Not, like, houses and property and such, but candles, incense (but not, because I have a weird allergy), paper… I want a big bonfire.

I’m often compelled to strike a match or light a candle. It’s an almost-overwhelming urge, really.
I shouldn’t act surprised. I know what it is.

She’s telling me to create.
It’s a fire of creativity, of passion and love.

I get little bits of inspiration. I try to sew, to write, to build. I do what I can, but it never seems quite… right.
I haven’t really figured out what she wants me to do.

Hopefully I’ll figure it out.
Hopefully soon.

Brigid,
You are a woman of peace.
You bring harmony where there is conflict.
You bring light to the darkness.
You bring hope to the downcast.
May the mantle of your peace cover those who are troubled and anxious,
And may peace be firmly rooted in our hearts and in our world.
Inspire us to act justly and to reverence all Goddess has made.
Brighid, you are a voice for the wounded and the weary.
Strengthen what is weak within us,
Calm us into a quietness that heals and listens.
May we grow each day into greater wholeness in mind, body, and spirit.

Amen and Blessed Be.

Revised from a Prayer to St. Brigid
Solas Bhríde, Kildare, 1997

Cherubim and a Flaming Sword by J Kirk Richards

 

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