As a follow on from my last blog, pictured above is a display of a few Brigit's Cross designs that were made here in Ireland and the counties to which they belong.
I really do want stress that remembrance of The Goddess Brigit and her Christian counterpart St. Bridget has never been neglected in Ireland.
To me as a pagan it is the Goddess Brigit who is uppermost in my mind. She is a triple goddess with three very distinct gifts that she shares with us, firstly: Poetry/Inspiration, secondly: Smithcraft and thirdly: Healing.
Brigit is not a goddess to be dallied with, she is as strong as the Morrigan (without the battle associations) and as wise as the Cailleach.
From working with her in meditations came the following poem, that I now share with you.
SOME CALL HER MOTHER.
Some call her Mother. The Mistress of this land
Her body hidden haunts wild places for man
Whose calloused raw hands worked nippled
Cairns to stand proud on mountains
Hunted, fought bloodily among heathered tresses
Ploughed deeply her fertile plains to feed
Warrior lords, foreign, crippled with greed.
In Her a sea smooth cave, that once sheltered Fintan.
Crabs with dead mans fingers, sought a womb watery grave.
To rebirth rebellion - Freedom and the marrow
Of Her Favour!
© MRL 11. 09. 2003