Sending Blessing Beauties,
I love calling you beauties. Because you are beautiful to me. I have been working on this post for a few hours - and I do it for you, for us, for the Muse, for the Ma!
I am inviting you to join us for The Cura Council Ceremony on February 1 that will have a Celtic Poetic flavor with stories of Brigid. We gather virutally at 10am, featuring Lavender Grace with drum and Kathleen Brigidinia, with story. For those of you in Northern California we have circle at the Ranch at 6pm. February 1 is thought of as the first day of Spring in some places, including Ireland, and it is half way between Solstice and Equinox so a cross-quarter day, or what we might call a Peak Season.
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Today’s episode started with waking me up this morning. I am here three hours later finally ready to share it with you. Yep it can take 3-5 hours to get you a post if I really do it the way I love to. There are so many steps, so much technology, so much time, and yet it is a part of my devotional practice.
For the post, I found this old painting of mine from over 15 years through googling Shiloh Sophia, Mother Art. I don’t know what it is called…yet I love the feeling.
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Churning Butter of Remothering
Today the paper white narcissus
called to us and we answered
We bowed our heads at their glorious entry
into a landscape of black branched trees
against a soft velvet sky
They are sending us a herald to Spring
A garland for St. Brigid's head,
offering the hope we need at the start of February
The start of February in the old country
was the beginning of Spring,
and we needed to see it,
even if most of the buds stayed wrapped tight
in their little fisted nest
We, we walked with the full moon overhead in a blue sky.
We were amazed at the verdant green of the meadow,
the softness of the meadow's hair
looked like a mermaid's mantle after a sea storm
We heard frogs calling to one another,
a call and a response that delighted us
Childlike, we listened for their song
Brigid, will you churn the sweetness
of the butter for us and pour us a good measure of ale?
(Continue listening and or reading along)
Have you noticed the transcript button? You can watch it move on the text as you listen, it’s a really cool newish feature. I am still working with it because it is hard to edit so there are some discrepancies.
Churning Butter of Remothering