I m b o l c

‘In the belly’. The first stirrings of life.

Conception’s rousing.

Crone now transformed to Maiden.

This festival of the month of February, of mother sheep lactating and the striking of fire in our creative space is guarded by the great Goddess Brighid, mother of memory, matron of poetry, Smithcraft, healing and midwifery. She is the goddess of work done with the hands, blessing our handiwork with divine energy.

As we honor her milky breast and fertile womb that has survived the depths of winter and continued life, we also thank the seed of the sun that planted within her and gave us the gift of the co-creations that are just now becoming evident...delicate buds, swelling as babies or plants or books or business concepts. 
We honor the triple goddess as she moves through her phases and the merging of masculine and feminine to create continuity in the death-rebirth cycle with balance.

All is coming out of slumber.
R I T U A L:
Say the incantation to Brighid tonight as you light lamps or candles in each room to pay homage to her flame and hearth as well as the return of deeper light. Feast on dairy in celebration of the nourishment of The Great Mother if your constitution allows it-the purer the milk the better- and spiced foods to commemorate the heat of the sun.

Gaze at one of the flickering candles that you have tended within your home tonight and visualize the deep nurturing of all that is planted within you, of the creations that are gestating within you and require Brighid’s protection as they form, more fully, for gentler birth into the world.

Be mindful with your self talk tonight...softly, softly... and speak to yourself and the fire within your belly as smoothly and beautifully as you would speak to a woman expecting a child. Provide yourself with gratitude for your work and ask for visions of what you are bringing forth to be carried into your dreams tonight as clarity moves from the darkness of winter into this widening light. Remember that you are an omnipresent being. .
Siân. 🔻Blessed be.

Sian Pilkington