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Put forth into the world that which you would ask in return.

Sarah is someone I have never met; we’re friends on Facebook.
She was injured in a hit and run accident, and things have spiraled downhill since.
Please consider donating to her fundraiser – help her get back on her feet.

Yesterday, she was victimized yet again.
“I got robbed yesterday. Someone took all my cash and my phone charger. Please make a donation to my fundraiser. Right now every dollar truly counts.”

http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/hit-and-run-i-need-your-help

“Hello world… 2016 has been a rough year me and things continue to get increasingly worse. Honestly I am beginning to feel cursed. On the 4th of February I was the victim of a hit and run accident. I was crossing a major street (walking) and was hit by a car. It took off. I wound up with a broken tailbone and a concussion and a crapload of medical expense. I am still in an intense amount of pain. I have no insurance and the police are just not following up with this case, despite numerous calls. I can’t even afford any more medical help. Due to the cost of everything related to the accident my savings was depleted. I ended up losing my job because of absences resulting from the accident. Then in April when my roommate decided she needed our room for her boyfriend who was getting out of prison (sprung on us with less than a month notice). I was hosed. For the past few months I have been basically homeless, sleeping on couches and staying in hotels when I could do so. I went back to work for a former employer doing sales, but any money I made was immediately spent to survive because I am in a deep, deep hole. And with the housing crisis in Portland, I haven’t even been able to find a room to rent. This past pay period I didn’t make commission. It was the first time in my entire history with this company I did not do so. They fired me. I am still in shock. I am working on trying to get unemployment but obviously the situation is even more dire now. It looks like we will be sleeping in the truck for the time being. So, I am asking for your help. I am in urgent need for food, shelter, bills, doctor’s visits, and basics. I am trying so hard to get back on my feet and it seems despite everything I do things just keep getting worse. Please donate if you can. Every little bit helps!”

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Prayer for Peace

Brigit,

We ask for the light of your flame
To enable us to see clearly,
To illuminate the darkness,
To show us the shadows
Cast by our own light.

May the flame of your inspiration
Help us to express and comfort,
To understand and explain –
Encourage us and guide our actions.

We ask for the gift of your healing
To soften our pain,
And mend the wounds
We have inflicted on one another –
Bless us and make us whole.

May the fire of your forge
Enable us to shape our future
With courage and determination,
Using the flame of justice,
Tempered by compassion.

Brigit,
We ask for your protection
Against all that would harm us.
May the beacon of your flame
Show us a path to peace
That all may follow.

Rob fír/May it be true.

Hilaire Wood 12.9.01
(http://www.brigitsforge.co.uk/caim.html)

Brighid Hymn

This is absolutely beautiful!

Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess

Hymn to Brighid

Brighid, Lady of flame
Forge of me a link
In the chain
Of strong women
Create a song in my heart
Help me heal with love

Sing me a song of flames
Sing me a song of hammer and anvil
Sing me a song of peace
Sing me a song of creation

Make me strong
Make me shiny
Make me tempered
Make me precious.

Sing me a song of flames
Sing me a song of hammer and anvil
Sing me a song of peace
Sing me a song of creation.

Use me to help
Use me to heal
Use me to create
Use me to make real

Sing me a song of morning
Sing me a song of night
Sing me a song of between times
Sing me a song of your light.

Kat – TOILA Brighid ritual 2001

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Over on my other blog, I made a list of dance-related blogs that I follow and enjoy, and think my readers would enjoy, as well.

So, here’s the partner blog to that one:
Blogs You Should Follow, Non-Dance Edition.

Adventures and Musings of An Arch Druidess

Druid Life

Mama Sheri’s Blog

Fiona Grows Food (this is, actually, the blog that brought me to WordPress)

The Templar Night

Ozark Pagan Mamma

Weeping Into Dance

In the Garden 

Katrina Labra

The Dancing Professor

Cassie Being Cassie (note: this blog is no longer current, see next link)

Devil’s Advocate (Cassie’s new blog)

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More bloggy goodness coming soon.

But not tonight.
I had a long, but awesome, night in the studio. I’m tired, sore, and kinda smelly.
And I need a beer.
Sprecher Black Bavarian sounds good.

Good night, friends.

As I gear up for Something Tribal This Way Comes, I also have to start planning for my Imbolc celebrations. I had the same issue last year, and I felt ill-prepared for two major forces in my life.

Whether you prefer to observe St. Brigid’s Day, the Celtic tradition of Imbolc, or the Catholic celebration of Candlemas, this is the time to celebrate the coming of Spring.

I found this awesome page with ideas for the day: Art & Soul

1. Food and Drink (always good for a celebration!)

Plan a menu involving grains and dairy products. Enjoy a glass of ale (remember, one of Brigid’s specialties was brewing!). You might also want to try this recipe for milk punch or perhaps make the traditional Saint Brigid’s oat bread. Maybe not quite as traditional, but very tasty, here’s one of my favorite recipes for Oatmeal Cinnamon Raisin Bread.

2. Get Creative

Brigid’s Cross

Brigid is the patroness of poetry, so if she’s helped to light your fire of inspiration, why not try your hand at writing a poem? Or you may prefer to make a Brigid’s Cross. A woven cross that incorporates both Christian and pagan symbolism, these crosses are still widely used in Ireland today to protect the harvest and farm animals. Another popular craft of the season is the corn dolly. The dolls were traditionally dressed in white and adorned with ribbons and baubles like crystals, shells or stones. They were carried by young girls in a procession from house to house where gifts were bestowed upon the dollies.
Or…?? Anything creative, particularly involving weaving or textiles, would be suitable.

3. Let There Be Light

Fire and purification are important aspects of this festival. The lighting of candles represents the return of warmth and the increasing power of the sun over the coming months. As such, one long held tradition is to turn off all of the lights in the house. Then, re-enter and—one by one—turn all the lights back on (perhaps lighting a few candles, as well) as a symbolic celebration of the changing seasons and the return of the light.

4. Celebrate (Your) Animals

Brigid had a way with animals; a white skinned red eared fairy cow is often associated with her. Traditionally, farm animals would be particularly well cared for on St. Brigid’s Day. If you don’t have farm animals, consider giving your pet a special treat on this day.

5. Plant Seeds

In preparation for Spring, plant some seeds outdoors if it’s warm enough, or start some indoors for transplanting later. Or force some bulbs. Good choices are paperwhite narcissus or amaryllis – the bright blooms and sweet scent will help the rest of the winter pass more quickly—and more pleasantly.

Taken from
http://www.mysticfamiliar.com/library/moon/yule_moon.html
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This is a time of rest. As the night is long and the days are short it becomes a time of self healing and rejuvenation. As mother Earth has tucked herself in, so should you. It is perfectly fine to allow yourself the time to heal and relax that is necessary.

This is also known as the Yule Moon, as it usually falls right before the Yule celebrations begin. Take time for reflection on the past year. Honour all that you have learned and mentally clear out what you no longer need. Enjoy the long night as it is a time of peace on Earth and a great time of personal healing.

Whether you celebrate Yule, Christmas, Chanukah or Kwanza, it is a time of peace and love, to all mankind and to the creatures of the earth. Do not forget to put out food for our animal friends as food is getting scarce and all life is sacred, this becomes a good time to honour all life.

This is also the time of fellowship, when friends come together and new friends are made. When the prosperous help support those who struggle, there is no greater joy than the sharing of what you have with those who have not.

In the native belief, the time of the moon covered from one month to the next, so it was not just one day, it was the cycle of the moon. So there was always plenty of time to do what needed to be done in that time. So do not think that you only have one day to honour, celebrate, meditate and rest. Spend the whole month doing so. Allow yourself the time to rest and repair. But also allow yourself time to celebrate and share.

There are no set rules to honour this time of year, there are many customs and beliefs, but you should do what your heart feels is right. Your guides can help you or you can follow the tradition of your choice. In my home we honour all, I will set up for Yule, we will have a tree, I will light the candles of the menorah, I believe all holidays have a valid point or they would not exist. Besides it is fun to study others beliefs, helps me to be more understanding, then any judgment or fear of someone else’s beliefs fade away and I continue to grow. So on that note, I shall bid you adieu, from this moon ’til the next, many blessings to you and yours.


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And this is from:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wicca-Teachings/127815357367419

Tonight is a Full Moon it is called the Cold Moon or the Before Yule Moon.
This is an especially special Full Moon because it is the last one of this year. It is a time to use the Moonlight to charge our energies ready for coming Yule and the New Year.
This particular Full Moon will not be boring and will have an unpredictable vibe along with it. What was stuck may suddenly begin to move or shift. If emotions are clogged, they may surface and flow.
Allow this.
Be with it as loving as possible with your self and others.
The potential of the Full Moon in Gemini is to become aware of where you are engaging in dualistic thought, emotions and behaviors on auto-pilot. This may be generating a lot of mental stress and tension plus sending out mixed signals to others and the Universe. Some people may be irritable and cranky.
Emotions can be raw and urgent.
Breathe deeply.
Ground yourself.
Keep a sense of humor.
Be of good cheer.
Be the calm in the storm.
Get in the driver seat and empower yourself.
Be honest with yourself.
Stop arguing for your limitations.
Take responsibility for your life. In this way, you can change what is not working. You are the master of your destiny.
Take your power back from society and/or other people.
Learn from your mistakes.
Vow to do better next year.
Make a commitment to your success.
Be adaptable.
Make friends with change. It is not the enemy. Change is your friend. Change sheds the old and gives birth to the new.
With Yule and New year approaching look deep into yourself and ask what you want to happen in the coming year, ask yourself how you will bring it about. Make this the year that you make all your dreams come true. The energy from this Full Moon wants you to succeed. Tell the Moon your hopes and dreams write them down on paper and burn them by a white candle. As the smoke drifts to the heavens the universe will receive your message. Have a blessed Full Moon.
May the Goddess watch over you.

So, my brain has been a little overwhelmed.
Maybe it’s overheating or something.

I have been busy. Very busy.
We’re in the heart of St. Pat’s season (I’m involved with the organization that puts on the parade here in St. Paul). We’re doing our fundraising, holding events and whatnot.

And I’ve been dancing a bunch.
Like, 4-5 days a week – occasionally more.

And I just got the “girl flu”. So my body hates me.

But last night was weird. And I wonder if it’s all the stress.
But, then again, maybe it’s something else.

I had a strange dream.
I was standing in a museum (note: I haven’t been to a museum in years). I couldn’t actually tell you what was around me, because I could only look, and move, forward.
I could hear the sound of my footsteps on the marble floor. The sharp, almost exaggerated,  click-click-click-click that you would hear with hard heels – like stilettos, which I was not wearing; I think I had flats on.
As I walked through the sections, there were pieces of art, collections of bones, dioramas of civilizations past. I recall the feeling of being sent back in time – not totally unlike the feeling I got every time I have ever been in a museum or when I watch a well-made documentary, or read a great book (fiction or not).

When I finally reached the end of the hall, which seemed to go on forever, by the way, I had to choose left or right.
To the left was a brightly-lit hall with an orange door at the end.
The right was not as bright, but had these really cool sconces on one side of the hall (the left side). Each sconce held a different colored candle – Red, Green, and White.
Each candle had a symbol on it – waxing moon, full moon, waning moon.

The door seemed old.
It wasn’t steel or wood. It may have been resin or stone.
It was cold and rough.
And it was plain, save one feature.

At about chest level was this:

Seriously, you have no idea how long it took me to find this image.

Seriously, you have no idea how long it took me to find this image – which is not exactly what I saw, but pretty darn close..

 

There was no handle on the door. No hinge, no window.
It was just a wall.
Or so I thought.

I ran my fingers over the image, feeling the deep grooves where it had been carved in.
Like something out of Indiana Jones (yes, I watch too much tv), the figure on the right pushed in and the door slid open.

And I found…
Nothing.

The space was empty, but it was warm, and there was a light shining from above. It was a soft light, glowing and catching little flecks of dust and whatnot as it floated through the air.

Looking around, there were glyphs on the walls, nothing I can truly remember, but figures and pictures – just like in documentaries.

Someone had obviously been here before, there were marks on the floor: foot prints, shoe prints, skids. It looked like animal tracks, too, large and small ones. They seemed to walk around the room in  a circle, so I followed the path. It spiraled, from the door around the room and in toward the center. As I walked, I could here music – it was a song I knew (I figure this fit into the dream because I had recently found it on youtube and added it to my favorites list).

At this point, I don’t know if my rational brain was taking over, or if I was still exploring.
I swayed to the music as I walked, and felt the warmth of the room envelope me.

I hadn’t noticed it before, because maybe it wasn’t there, but in the center of the room, there was a small stone. It was so covered in dust that I couldn’t tell it’s real color. I knelt down to pick it up and found that it was smooth and warm and it hummed.
I could feel a slight vibration, a rolling sensation in my palm.
I stroked the stone, which was only about the size of my palm, and cleared away the dust. As I cleaned it, the vibration became more intense, the sound – a low, rolling sound – grew louder. It wasn’t loud, really, it just became more audible.

I blew the rest of the dust off and looked at the onyx stone. There were slight green and gold flecks in it. It was like I was holding stars in my hand.

I sat down, in the center of the room, and pondered this little galaxy I had found.
Was there life?
Was someone or something looking up wondering if I was a god looking down upon them?
Was this just a really cool rock?

I swayed with the music, gazing into the sparkling stone, humming with it.

I began to feel very tired, so I sat myself in a meditation posture and closed my eyes, cradling the stone in my hands. It felt so warm and soothing.
I may have nodded off, because the next thing I knew, there was a feeling of pressure on my leg. Like being poked by small fingers.
As I opened my eyes, I found a small cat sitting in my lap, kneading my thigh. She looked up (I don’t know if it was actually a ‘she’) made a circle in my lap and plopped down, purring softly.
She wore a gold collar with a little black stone hanging where a bell might normally be. She had electric green eyes that occasionally glanced at me, as if to tell me that I shouldn’t stop with the pets or scratches.
And we just sat there, listening to soft music and enjoying each other’s company.

My Banshee; she only cuddles with me.

My Banshee; she only cuddles with me.

According to Wikipedia (and other online sources)
“Imbolc or Imbolg (pronounced i-MOLK or i-MOLG ), also called (Saint) Brighid’s Day is a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of spring. Most commonly it is held on 31 January–1 February, or halfway between the winter solstice and the Spring equinox.

In Christianity, 1 February is observed as the feast day of Saint Brighid, especially in Ireland. There, some of the old customs have survived and it is celebrated as a cultural event by some. Since the 20th century, Celtic neopagans and Wiccans have observed Imbolc, or something based on Imbolc, as a religious holiday.”

A Christian prayer to St. Brigid
Saint Brigid
You were a woman of peace.
You brought harmony where there was conflict.
You brought light to the darkness.
You brought 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 God has made.
Brigid you were 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

From “The Unicorn Garden”

“BRIGID
In the Scottish Highlands and Islands the rebirth of nature is celebrated on Candlemas, or St Bride’s Day on 1 February. The tradition has weakened but the same feast has been celebrated since time immemorial. At its height, bonfires were lit on hilltops and there would be a festival with some young maid crowned with candles and honoured in Brigid’s stead. Candles were lit in every window and homes in the Isles were decorated with early flowers and greenery. Bride’s Crosses or Wheels were woven from corn and hung around the house.

Women would also make a crib with a mattress of corn and hay. They called it Bride’s Bed and into it they tucked under a blanket a straw doll representing Bride, and beside her a wooden club. The crib was laid near the door surrounded by glowing candles. Food and drink were laid on the table and a decorated chair set by the hearth. Then just before they went to bed, the women of the house would call out three times: ‘Bride is come, Bride is welcome!’ Or they would go to the door and cry out into the night for Bride to enter their house.

On the morning following Candlemas, everyone would search the ashes of the hearth, hoping to find an impression of Bride’s club. If they did it was the sign that they would have prosperity and a good crop in the coming year. The weather that day was also watched closely because, as the old saying has it:

If Candlemas day be fair and bright, Winter will have another flight.
If Candlemas day be shower and rain, Winter is gone and will not come again.”

This, actually, makes me pretty happy. We got a fair amount of snow yesterday. Hopfeully, this means we should have an early spring.

I like to look up prayers to Brigid, both Christian and Pagan. Seeing the devotion of others is comforting to me.
But I have my own little prayer. It makes me feel like I am connecting on another level.

Sweet Brigid,
I light this candle for you.
As the flame burns, so does my devotion.
You are strong, and thus am I.
Through you I shall love as you love,
help those who cannot help themselves
and care for the weak.
I will do good as is right.
Blessed be.

It isn’t always word for word, but the message is always the same – Love on another, show compassion.

This weekend was a BIG deal for me.
Not only was Something Tribal a big production for my troupe but I was recently “promoted” to assistant director of KCDC. So I was representing myself as a dancer and a Sohalia Tribal troupe member, but also as a KCDC troupe member. I danced with my Sohalia troupe AND with Tasha & Wendy at the big Gala show. It was exhilarating and awesome.

Opening Act

KCDC & Wendy Allen

Quicky post…

With all of my STTWC stuff going on, I completely forgot to post about my (very small) Brigid’s day happenings. I will post tomorrow night, after I have settled back into my skin.

Stay tuned, fun stuff ahead! 🙂

10 Days.

Holy crap, we have 10 days.

10 days to pick music, 10 days to reherse, 10 days to get the rest of everything situated.

Holy crap.

I want this to go smoothly. I need this to be successful.
otherwise, why have we been working so hard?

Something Tribal has been Tasha’s baby. We’ve worked very hard to get the little details done. Clearing up the nuances of dance movements, perfecting technique… ::sigh::
I’ve so excited to dance with Wendy Allen of FatChanceBellyDance, and to be a part of Something Tribal. But I can feel a little stress starting the set in, and I know Tasha is super-stressed (in part, because her mother-in-law temporarily moved into their home).

We’ve had someone try to sabotage the event – stealing vendors (trying to) for their own event that is still weeks away. I get the imporession that someone has been trash-
talking Tasha, too. She doesn’t like to gossip, but I know there is a history with a gal from a former troupe that has not been so kind to her.

In all this, I am still really stoked for SomethingTribal.
We managed to pick up some advertisers and vendors, we’ve had some generous donors give so that others may attend.
But… I wish I could get one BIG sponsor. Something that would really help us break even. No, I don’t expect us to make money this year, or even next; it’s only our first year, and that is the nature of running events such as this. I have plans for next year, and sponsor letters will be going out in October, rather than November/December. I have a bigger list than this year, too, as peolpe started making recommendations to me. Yay!

I was really stressed last night about all of this, and I wanted to speak to the Lady. But no dreams came last night.
My guess is that this is something I must do on my own.
She’ll let me know if soomething isn’t right.

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PS… it’s still damn cold here.

I feel bad for my friends in Duluth.