Groundhog Day

[seasword]

Well, everyone bailed for Brigid's Day. Darn. I miss the ringing of hammer on anvil, the smell of forge and candle, and most of all the reflections in a well. I will have to see if we retained our copy of the Carmina Gaedelica and read some old prayers to Brigid.

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Book

[auntiematter]

When have we ever given up a book, beloved?

OK, when we consolidated our libraries and got rid of triplicates. But we have it. And only for you:

**Brigit of the mantles,
Brigit of the peat-heap,
Brigit of the twining hair,
Brigit of the augury.
Brigit of the white feet,
Brigit of calmness,
Brigit of the white palms,
Brigit of the kine.

Brigit, woman-comrade,
Brigit of the peat-heap,
Brigit, woman-helper,
Brigit, woman-mild.

Brigit, own tress of the ** Great Goddess,
** Brigit, Nurse of the ** King of the Elements,
** Each day and each night
That I say the Descent of Brigit...

I shall not be slain,
I shall not be sworded,
I shall not be put in cell,
I shall not be hewn,
I shall not be riven,
I shall not be anguished,
I shall not be wounded,
I shall not be ravaged,
I shall not be made blinded,
I shall not be made naked,
I shall not be left bare,
Nor will the Mighty Ones**
Leave me forgotten.

Nor fire shall burn me,
Nor sun shall burn me,
Nor moon shall blanch me.

Nor water shall drown me,
Nor flood shall drown me,
Nor brine shall drown me.

Nor seed of the Fairy Host shall lift me,
Nor seed of the Airy Host shall lift me,
Nor earthly being destroy me.

I am under the shielding
of good Brigit each day;
I am under the shielding
of good Brigit each night.

I am under the keeping
of the Nurse of the ** King of the Elements, **
Each early and late,
every dark, every light.

Brigit is my comrade-woman,
Brigit is my maker of song,
Brigit is my helping-woman,
My choicest of women, my guide. **