Song for Brigid’s Day

Song for Brigid’s Day

Do you feel how the world comes alive?
How even underneath its coat of snow,
inside the bright crystals of the ice,
something in the Earth is stirring?

Within your own eyes I see it rising–
in this breath,
and now this one–
the Dreamer is awakening.

The dawn has come,
spreading its golden road before you,
asking, “Will you step upon the pathway?”

As you move out onto the road,
Brigid’s sun upon your face
will trace your outline full behind you,
defining you in the Shadow
which will be your soul’s companion
into spring.

Gratitude List:
1.  Thaw.  Mini thaw, if only that.  Gets the flow in motion.
2.  Ceremonially welcoming children into community.
3.  This moment (usually in late winter or early spring) when I suddenly notice how the children are shifting into their next developmental and growth stages.  They’re starting to look spidery, all legs and arms and teeth.  Their faces look pixie-ish, like changelings.  I remember this from when I taught school, how there came a point each year when it seemed that all the children had grown just a little beyond their boundaries, like their skeletons had suddenly stretched, how their language and expressions changed.  Today, on the backs of their shoulders, I can see their wing-buds popping.
4.  Mimi’s Banana Bread
5.  All the many different ways we are, how sometimes our challenges actually hide our truest gifts, how the One Thing that is all of us together is enriched and deepened by the individuals who are so varied and diverse.

May we walk in Beauty.

River and Bridge

Bridge

Faerie Tree

   Gratitude List:
   1.  Starting the morning with Hezza-by-the River.  Visitations by magical birds, playing
Chinese jumprope with Kira, faerie house, the golden road of sunrise unrolling a road to us,
sparkling ice crystals floating on ice islands down the River, ice skirts on the trees. . .
2.  Launching
3.  Oh, did I mention the bridge, Bridge, the bridge?
4.  Ending the day at Francie’s party with old friends and new, delicious flavors of pot luck,
felting with Janet, telling stories, singing with Viv on the spoons. . .
5.  Brigid’s Eve.  Imbolc.  Candlemas.  Groundhog Day.  One more step out of the darkness.

May we walk in Beauty.