14. Has worship of this deity changed in modern times?
Flamekeeping is now world wide and can be done virtually or in reality or as I do, a combination of both. It is no longer just 20 women living in Kildare at her well. It is open to women and men. I think the legend of men being struck dead if they do it has passed away because I haven’t heard of any men being struck dead.
The form does remain the same although you can do it individually. Cells of 19 women and one for Brighid. They are named after the sacred trees and each person keeps for their assigned time but you can also do it when there is a need.
There is no standard prayer to be said while you keep the flame. That is left to the woman that has that day. I write a lot of them when the spirit moves but I also use the Genealogy of Brighid as well as the old song Brighid, bean-oirdheirc, etc.
I’m not sure what Brighid would make of the way La Fheille Brighde is celebrated now or if she would recognize the name Imbolc which probably did not exist then. She would however recognize the relief of making it through another winter into springtime.
I missed my last one because I was in an airport but I need one and so do some people I love.
Every day and every night that I say the geneology of Brighid
I shall not be killed
I shall not be harmed
I shall not be put into a cell
I shall not be wounded
No fire, no sun, no moon shall burn me
No lake, no water, no sea shall drown me.
For I am the child of Poetry,
Poetry, child of Reflection,
Reflection, child of Meditation,
Meditation, child of Lore,
Lore, child of Research,
Research, child of Great Knowledge,
Great Knowledge, child of Intelligence,
Intelligence, child of Comprehension,
Comprehension, child of Wisdom,
Wisdom, child of Brighid.
Carmina Gaedelica edited by Lunea Weatherstone
May my words be as considered as poetry,
May I reflect on all I do or say,
May I meditate on those things important spiritually
May I seek to know more of the lore
May I research what I am curious about and what will enable me to grow
May I seek to know great knowledge,
May I acknowledge the intelligence of others
May I comprehend what I seek to learn and apply those lessons
May I know that seeking wisdom is not the same as being wise.
May I be a child of Brighid.
SelfBlessing is by me
Fetaim lasrach soillse
Thoir cuireadh sinne
ris a’ bheatha
Brighid, Sublime Woman
Long may you burn bright!
You give us the invitation
to life everlasting
I turn my face to the soft May morning air
And ask protection and healing this day
From gray May morning to violet twilight
From violet twilight through the deepness of night
I ask for:
Humour of crow
Wit from the raven
Warmth from my cup of tea
Intrepidness of the beetles that cross my path each day
Curiosity of the cats who accompany me on my walk
Joy of leaping squirrel
Cleansing of mist in the air
Clearness of the scent of the blooming jasmine
Luminescence of the new green leaves on the liquidamber
Be with me and all I love throughout this day
And through the between times
And blessings of night.