Blessed be the precious and preserving earth, the flesh of life, our sustainer and our wisdom. In the heart of every soul. I am the the daughter gathering in wisdom, I am the son whose questions never cease, I am the dawn-light searching out glad justice, I am the center where all souls find peace. We call on Brigit, the Bright One, whose festival this is, who is said to have been born at the instant of sunrise, and whose sacred fire was tended thru the ages by holy women. We are met to celebrate the Festival of Brigit, midway between the Solstice and the Equinox, the halfway point from the coldest, darkest part of the year.
Winter still rules, but the Wheel turns.
Winter still rules, but it is waning. The days are visibly longer now, and under the blanket of snow and ice, deep within the womb of the Earth, comes the first stirring of the seeds. Hail, Brigit, we welcome thee and invoke thee. Brigit is the Goddess of creativity and inspiration. Each of us have chosen a creative endeavor for the Goddess to bless this season.