by admin | Mar 23, 2016 | Bard's Corner, Community
We are the women who walk.
We come from many lands
We are many ages
We live many lives
We walk for our own reasons and yet
We walk with common purpose
We have our own unique sorrow and joys
and yet
We grieve and rejoice together
We are the women who walk
Some with fierce strides boldly moving forward
Others faltering, unsure if there can be another step
Together we make the journey
We walk in our solitude and yet,
We are never truly alone
We walk in companionship and yet,
inwardly we walk our own landscape
We are the women who walk
We came for our own reasons
We seek our own purposes
Together, we open the Way
by admin | Jul 16, 2015 | Bard's Corner, Community
For our Pagan Goddess
The flame it burned bright
As nineteen priestesses
Tended it every night
A different one daily
Fed the hot flame
And then on day twenty
The goddess she came
The goddess of the Welsh
And of the Irish nation
The mistress of wisdom
And fine inspiration
The patroness of smiths
And doctors and poets
She presides over livestock
The cattle and goats
The ruler of the moon
And goddess of the sun
She has the power
To heal everyone
All her holy wells
Help quench our thirst
And her feast day is Imbolc
That’s February the first
She was born with hot flames
Coming out of her hair
A Shrine’s built in her honour
In the town of Kildare
The Pagan God Dagda
He was her Dad
And a half brother Aengus
Also she had
They were the Tuatha De Danann
From the Heavens above
And Aengus was known
As the God of love
She had great magic
So so it did seem
She dried her wet clothes
On a solidified beam
She’d a sacred rowan tree
And four types of beast
And had bread, milk and oats
For every Imbolc feast
And the other St Brigid
Her Christian counterpart
When accused of being wicked
Held a hot coal to her heart
And a long time later
She dropped it in the dirt
And proved herself hold
She was not burned or hurt
She was then proved a saint
Not a demon from Hell
And on that very spot
Today there’s a well
So we honour both Brigids
On their feast day the same
As we craft a reed cross
At Imbolc in their name
