February 1st
The Sun is slowly drawing a little closer every day bringing more warmth, more light. Now is a time of year when we are encouraged to Awaken... to leave behind the shell of who we were yesterday to become the person we are now. When we Awaken, we find all sorts of Inspiration. Sharing our inspiration passes the Light from one person to to the next, lighting up the World with a wildfire of creative possibilities. Â Long ago this was the time of year when my Ancestors welcomed new lambs into the flocks. Seeing the Ewes tending their young, the people looked forward to the warm days of plenty just around the corner, and celebrated the Renewal quietly going on inside and out. Leave behind all that does not serve you, all that weighs you down, and carry forward with you only that which does not insult your soul. May the coming year be filled for you with good health, joy, loving family/friends, prosperity and the time to enjoy it all!
Mother of Necessity
Queen of the Soulforge,
Mistress of Wolfsong
and Ravenlore,
set my heart on fire!
Kindle my soul
with your compassionate flame!
Evoke my creative spark,
with all that you divinely inspire!
Teach me. Nurture me.
Call my name!
Yours is the hand 
that thrusts me
into the furnace
of soulful trial,
Yours the strength
that shapes me upon Life’s anvil.
Yours the loving laughter
that, even in darkness, makes me smile.
Sweet succor!
Like you, may I
inspire and feed others,
as the sweet berry at brambles' heart;
Blossom, as the
gentle Rose
amidst bladed thorn.
Mother of Light and Shadow,
Healer & Destroyer,
Fiery Arrow,
pierce my heart!
Through your eternal song
I am reborn!
Thrice blessed
bonds of Sisterhood.
Ever young;
Holy well of wisdom,
Patron of
healers, smiths,
mothers, bards, poets
Your braided crown
bejeweled with stars,
is the beacon that lights my way.
Eternal Flame
within the sacred Hearth,
ever-present,
you offer shelter
'neath your verdant mantle.
Honey-mouthed,
your songs bring
victory, enlightenment, healing.
When my song is ended,
carry me joyously onward,
O magical Monarch of the Forge!
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That said, the striking graphics are a stellar choice for accompanying this heartfelt hymn.
With passion!
Outpouring care feeds our mythic spring.
Sparkling flame of peace abides within,
melts forbidding.
Not ignorant fools;
no pleas for altruist beliefs.
Relief of hunger feeds us.
No cunning deceivers could with malice
steal our good.
Need reaches to heal through magical
interchange.
Energies not replenished, giving
stops.
Why meanly measure out
moral scores in play at “who deserves”?
Purposeful use of flowing contribution
is no drain, but the focal point for
cyclic rain’s reward.
Fortune’s gift revealed, this well neverending,
fed by Goddess blessing
sacred vessels aching to be filled.
Dip in with grace, good will, wisdom
self-rejoicing.
This is not belief or even knowing.
This is breath of awe in motion.
Brigid Poetry Festival, “an outpouring of verse in honor of the Goddess Brigid, Patron Saint of Ireland. "
http://gnosiscafe.com/gcblog/2013/01/21/poetry-inauguration-land/
http://www.magnoliaswest.com/morninggratitudes/new-beginnings/
http://moondrummer.blogspot.com/2013/01/brigid-poetry-festival.html
http://medusacoils.blogspot.com/