.: Mary of Kildare, Daughter of the Flame

Welcome dear sisters, to the warm embrace of the Triple Goddess! On Sunday, January 31st, 2010, at 11:11 am you are invited to share in a women's sacred Cross Quarter ceremony humbly devoted to our Holy Mother Brighid.

Come gather with other worshippers to honor the natural elements as Imbolc reveals them. Come to rededicate yourself to a personal task, process or journey, to invoke Brighid's healing, guidance, and/or inspiration- to seek vision in Her holy flame or bright waters. Come to be transformed and to shed winter's cloak in anticipation of new growth and regeneration...

The ritual will begin at a very specific time, so please plan to arrive at or around 11:11, ready to join in on devotional chanting in the ferry booth. Our brief visit to the water's edge is timed to coincide with the ferry's departure. The ritual will move from the shoreline to the Backhall, and conclude there on or before 2 pm. Carpooling encouraged from the ferry booth back up the hill to the Hall.

Please get in touch if you're feeling called to attend, and would like more specific details!

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Mary of Kildare, Daughter of the Flame

Receiving Brighid's flame from Mary was one of the greatest gifts Mike and I received on our travels in Ireland. We felt guided serendipitously by the hand of the Goddess and our adventures affirmed as a sacred pilgrimage ... from my amazing healing at one of Brighid's Holy Wells, to our chance encounter with this special woman just the day before our departure home to Canada. Mary encouraged our visit to the Brigidine Sisters, who welcomed us into their beautiful sanctuary and shrine to Brighid with open hearts. I have superimposed this photo of Mary extending her candle to us over an image of a woven willow bower next to Brighid's Holy Well in Kildare (pictured to the right)

The Celts believe that the spirit of the flame resides in the wick...and so the sacred flame is passed on from one wick to another.....

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Queen of Ireland's Fertile Lands

Brigid of the Morning by Rowan Fairgrove I am the poet and the poem, The inspiration in the night, I stand beside the Tarb Feiss, And whisper wisdom low and true. I am the shining sun of morning, A fire that burns inside the head. My gifts are knowledge and transformation. I pound and quench and draw out souls upon the forge of time, The flowing waters of my well Soothe womb and soul alike, At childbed I am the midwife who brings new souls to birth. For mine is the gift of life. Those who seek me will find nourishment... I am the brewer of new ale, I am the baker of the grain. All acts of transformation will I aid. The seed becomes the shoot, The shoot grows as its nature dictates. Thus has it always been and always shall be. I am the vitality of fire that dwells within.

Sunday, January 28, 2007