Brighid’s day, was Pagan blog project-prompts

Brighid, Goddess of the bards, Goddess of the Hearth.

From the lore, we know Brighid is one of the foremost goddesses of the Tuatha dé Dannan. Variously known as Brigid, Brighid, Brigantia, Bride, Brigandu, and by a myriad other spellings, She tends the fires of the Smithy, burned by those fires, She is yet beautiful.(1) She lends inspiration to the bards and poets, and heals the sick; cries for the dead and dying; sustains the family hearth fires. She has been greeted year after year, on February 1st-2nd*, the Usher to the springtides, all the life that springs forth with its return.

The Great Goddess of the Celts, She leant her name, even to several of their tribes, and it seems, to the Island of Great Britain itself. She was even revered by the Romans, as another form of Minerva.*

*I wrote that seven years ago on my first website. That’s all true of her but you know, I love her for more than that.

Yes, simply put, I love Brighid. When I first started studying paganism, lo many years ago, she was the first I found–or rather she found me. I was in school at the time, and naturally needed all the help I could get in the test department. 😉 I was also writing myself into Carpal Tunnel. Writing every minute I could, even when I was supposed to be taking notes. Out of that came many, many attempts at novels, but that’s a different story.

I picked up …gosh I don’t even remember now. I picked up a book of goddesses and found her correspondences. She was the Queen of the Tuatha dé Dannan, the Irish goddess of hearth, of blacksmiths and most importantly, bards. Bards=storytellers/writers in the ancient world,  and so I couldn’t resist. Thus, come the next full moon, began my devotion to her.

To say my creativity went off the charts is an understatement. *shows overflowing box of computer disks* And believe me, when I need it, when I’m slacking, she thumps me and back I go to the pens. 🙂 I guess it’s paid off.

I’m not saying they were very good stories, but I was writing and I was happy. Something, whatever it was, she lit a fire under me (see what I did there?) and it’s been glowing ever since.  She even (sorta side-like) worked her way into one of my novels (*ssh* You’ll see it some day!). I wanted to release it on her day, but…oh, well. Not this year. Well, to be honest, I have several characters in several novels named after her, and she always seems to turn up somewhere.

I have a little book on a charm bracelet that reminds me of her and triskele that I sometimes wear for her. I collect those sorts of things whenever I can. (Should I mention the ground bees that populate my backyard every spring? No…. she’s not keeping an eye on me, no…:) Though I’m not exactly the domestic goddess she is, she keeps me mindful not to walk out on a burning stove (or not to walk out for long).

However, her fire burns more in my pen (and keyboard) and heart than anywhere else, and I was lucky enough to be born in Her month (if not exactly on Her day) so I think it was fated love. Or the romantic in me likes to think so.

I’ve been dedicated to her for years. She’s the hearth mother of my stories, and she happily has her place in my “Family”. As to the early spring thing, I can totally deal with that. The area I’m in, spring “springs” before the actual date of spring…

(Say that three times fast!) Sad sufferers you can begin looking forward to shedding those winter blues. They’re almost over!

Since today is Imbolc, my beloved Brighid’s day, I couldn’t resist saying something about her, here.

Would you like to read a bit more about The goddess Brighid? Try:

Brighid, Bright Goddess of the Gael

Our Sacred Mother Brighid

Brighid: What Do We Really Know?

Brigid the Great

The Fires of Brighid

Brighid of the Celts

Imbolc Traditions-ADF Neopagan Druidism

Imbolc: The Druid Network

And since I don’t like to break copyright (much *ducks*) and can’t find the picture of her I’d like, this is sort of how I see her:

Brigid at The Forge by Joanna Powell Colbert

And just for the crafty ones among my readers, I found this how-to on a beautiful Candle wreath for Imbolc.

* This article says the official date/time of Imbolc this year is February 3, at 10:57 AM


(RE: Pagan Blog Prompts)

Okay, well, I tried to think of what to write for this week’s prompt and I just couldn’t. The prompt picker’s suggestion to write about black magick seemed too outdated, irrelevant and honestly quite inflammatory. I mean, aren’t we, as modern pagans, always trying to get away from the stereotype that we practice such?

Except for maybe fodder for a good fictional bad guy, it’s not for me and not a topic I care to waste any time on.  And that’s all I’m going to write about that silly subject. I’d rather write about my beloved, Bright Lady,  Brighid :))

Bright blessings to all who take the time to read this! 🙂 Oh, and … All hail Brighid!


1. Lady Gregory, Gods and Fighting Men: Part I: Part I Book I: Fight with the Firbolgs

Pagan blog prompts-A for Altar

You might be surprised to know…I don’t use one. It seems I’ve always lived in a small space that doesn’t really allow for them. Years ago, when I was starting out and doing strict circles and ritual, I used to use my coffee table and just set everything up there, and take it down when I was finished.

For the last …seventeen years or so, with my writing taking major precedence in my life, I don’t have time for that–nor space, though the layout of our house is pretty much the same as the apartment where I started this collection. I do however have a small lamp table that “caught all” so to speak my major statuettes (would you believe, except for the Oberon Zell Artemis, I found both Minervas and the bathing Diana at the thrift store?). There are  some pictures of my dad, who passed away. There’s a friend there too who’s now gone, but if I know her, she wouldn’t have wanted her picture in the picture, so I covered it.  Some sand from a Buddhist sand painting ritual I happened upon...sheesh! eight years ago at Borders Books (of all places) and several long-unlit candles sit crammed in there beside them. One of them came from the Autumnal Equinox Drum circle at Witch’s Brew last year. The other is from a Hospice event after my father died so it needed to go  there too.

The “lamp table altar” looks a bit like this.

picture by Juli.

My little drum doesn’t even fit there so it’s off in the other room.

Oh, and yes. 🙂 My little fox. The fox may or may not be my Totem. I just picked him/her up because I think they’re adorable and I was writing a story that featured them at the time I stumbled across him/her at Michael’s. I used to have this really cool branch with these natural, yet very Celtic looking markings from my dad’s yard. But you know? I can’t remember where it is. I think it got tossed out in one of our termite swarms a few years back. My incense burner is there too–again long unused thanks to allergies. That orange bud vase? Oh, it’s my one god representation (hey, it’s orange, for the sun god, it’s phallic, it works). The postcard works too. I believe that’s  Mars in the picture–ah yes. Mars, Diana and Venus by Andrea Mantegna (are you catching a theme here?). And paper, of course, for the writer. 🙂

Part of the problem with the god representations, like so much else I fall in love with, is that I’ve never found a representation of Lugh, Brighid, or many of the  others in my “inner ring” of gods, that I’ve been in love with (oh, there is this Apollo, but I hear tell that’s in Mom’s will for me. So I don’t particularly want that image any time soon!). Most of the representations just don’t fit right to me, especially none of Bran….  Don’t get me started. The closest I’ve come to him is a raven I have around here somewhere.But as I said, the table seems a bit crammed as it is, don’t you think?

I’d love to have a place where I could do something permanent, some eternal flame thing, like my Roman ancestors, but altar-keeping has just never been practical for me.   So while I identify pagan and write  pagan-flavored stuff from time to time, sacred space is sort of…not ritualized and just… wherever is most comfortable for me. I suppose, we could call this a votive altar, if nothing else. Right?

Anyway, that’s my–ahem–story and pictures and I’m sticking to it! 😉

*Actually, the Oberon Zell moon goddess came from an old pagan shop around here.