By Fire Well and Tree

  Okay, you're right. they're all my favorite.  But Imbolc is different! No, I really mean it.  Imbolc holds many memories of awesomeness on my path, as does my relationship with Brigid (or Bridhe or whichever other spelling you want.) When I first embarked on this path, it was because I wanted to be more familiar with the spirituality of my ancestors. my immediate ancestors were varieties of Christian (Evangelical, Catholic, or Methodist) but i wanted to go back further. One branch was Irish and since that was the cool white ethnicity i explored it. The others were varieties of German and English, which in my mind had historical baggage i didn't then want to engage with. So from the beginning, Bridhe was it.  even when I meandered into heathenry later (having made some peace with that ancestry) and even Vodoun for a bit, she was a constant.  I became a  flame keeper  (next shift February 11).  I made sure I had a fire pit at my new home, I have t...

 Really should have started last night, but birthday shenanigans had to be had. I mentioned  before  being a flame-tender, and this is my shift (sundown last night). I think I take the flame from Bonnie and then pass it on to Shawneen. My 'mundane' act is to look at the various healing lists and send Reiki their direction. I actually have two Bridhe shrines in the house.  There's one outside too. Kitchen This one probably counts as the "working" one, since it is visible and easy to get to.  This is an older picture, but the first 9-10 months of the Pandemic this is where my pandemic prayer would happen. Shrine Room This one is in the shrine room ,and since I took this picture I've placed the orange altar cloth on it.   So then.. Bridhe, hear my prayer This night, this day, I tend your sacred flame So that the inspiration of your sacred fire burn within me And outward to inspire  all I tend your sacred well So that its healing of its sacred waters ...

  Photo by  Markus Spiske  from  Pexels Bridhe, hear my prayer Tears flow  From Nowhere, No Warning Dreams Denied Hopes Dashed Or nothing at all A never empty well Bridhe, wipe my tears with your mantle Allow them to ease the pain  From wherever it comes Known and unknown For once and for all Bridhe, hear my prayer