Visiting

She gave me a gift, as I sat beside heron the cold stone, damp seeping into jeansand woodsmoke into everything,eyelashes wet with praise,with the gladnessof her warmth and the echoof her hammer andthe sweet upwelling of her watersin a parched heart, she said,"It does not have to be bright to be brilliant." She spoke with … Continue reading Visiting →

A Prayer for Faith in my Humanity

I know the sharpness of hunger in the belly,in the heart.Scarcity dogs my steps,a story written in refusal to live.You whisper in my dreams,bidding me to be in this world as I am of it.I am afraid to trust;I cannot do your work without it.Bright Lady, help me know my darknessas well as I know … Continue reading A Prayer for Faith in my Humanity →

To the Cross Above the Door

Your golden tassels rustle softlyas I lift you from your place,a gentle sigh as at the end of a busy dayfull of rushing and strangeness. It is time again to lay you down on that soft shrine,the dust and ash of many offeringswiped away with water that stirs heart and bodywith the quickening scent of … Continue reading To the Cross Above the Door →

May My Feet Walk the Path

There are two storiesweaving through metwisting sinewsalready taut with pain and panic.I am bereft, adrift,choking on lonelinessand all that is unspoken. Time seems a torment, myself a prisoner within itand there is a peace in naming it.I have no words of beauty or wisdom,nothing of value to give. Still, there is richness here;joy and sorrow … Continue reading May My Feet Walk the Path →

Imbolc Offering

I was a bit uncertain when Brighid requested that I record some of our poetry to celebrate Imbolc this year. Still, it is important to give what is asked of us and so I give this to Her, and to you. It contains a thread of poems from what Brighid and I refer to as my "Apprenticeship." Blessed Imbolc.

Situated

I have been engaged with Erin Aurelia's Imbolc Advent. As part of that, and as part of my larger work and play in the worlds, I have been germinating the Word I was given last Sunday. Tonight that all wove together, words as container, or perhaps as the wild tendrils which slowly reach from within the seed, seeking light. It holds within it all that has arisen in and been shown to me these last weeks, and these many years of joy in Herself.

Making a Cros Bríde

As a Brigidine, making this was a small offering to Herself, and to you my community. I am not Irish. The traditions of honoring Brighid are alive and well and deeply meaningful there and I encourage you to access content from those sources. I find they bring me a kind of quiet gladness when I … Continue reading Making a Cros Bríde →

Tender Mirror

Perhaps it is ok for me to be what I am, mixed up and striving, settled into root and soul, unfurling, sometimes frenzied, always profuse.I have so often been given to understand there is something slightly obscene in it, the way I moveand speak and sink back into silence to my own strange rhythms, never … Continue reading Tender Mirror →

Prayer a Day- November 20

Each year the dead are numberedWe speak their names in whispers, wails, songsWe keen them to the echoing dark, leaving foodAnd drinkAnd flames to light the wayAt the crossroads and thresholds, with murmured exhortations430 souls we mourn this night430 offerings we pourMay they find their pathsMay they find their godsMay they find their ancestors open-armed … Continue reading Prayer a Day- November 20 →

Prayer a Day- November 16

I smoor this flame as my Ancestors smoored it,Flame of my hearth, Flame of my heartI smoor this flame as my Ancestors smoored it,Still, it burns within.I smoor this flame as my Ancestors smoored it,Flame in my hearth, Flame in my heartI smoor this flame as my Ancestors smoored it,As vigil reaches it’s end.Brighid, you … Continue reading Prayer a Day- November 16 →