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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
A prayer to begin a Flamekeeping vigil:I light this flame as my Ancestors lit it,Flame of my hearth, Flame of my heartI light this flame as my Ancestors lit it, Brighid, I invite you in.I light this flame as my Ancestors lit it,Flame in my hearth, Flame in my heartI light this flame as my … Continue reading Prayer a Day- November 15
Peals like bells in the shadowed glens of my secret selfspeaking jubilantly of transformationand the lustrating fires of your forgeBrighid, I am gratefulfor the time between, for the quenching waters of your healing well flowing within meEven as the quiet voice of my own heartlongs for the invitation inherent in the crucibleof relationship with self, … Continue reading Prayer a Day- November 12
I give to you the gift of a seedThe seed a thoughtThe thought a seeingVision into, behind, beyondFrom depth of night through pearly dawnFrom noonlight's glare to the dusk of dreamI give you the gift of a heart a-wingA-wing it sees with raptor's eyesSustaining truths, rends what hidesRendered flesh to bone to ashFeeding soil that … Continue reading Hour Nine: The Oppressed