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Brighid prayer


I let you use me for what you need to do

Not just every 20 days but every day

Let me be your flame

Let me be your well


Let me be there for those in need

Let me go with a whole heart

Be thou with me

Let me be your flame


Let me be open to helping

Whether it be a baby duck

Or a human being

Let me be your hands of helping

Let me be your waters


Let me know when to let go

Let me know when not to step in

Let me know when beings

need to take their own path

Let me be your flame


Let me be your hands

Let me be your eyes

Let me be your heart

Let me be your flame

Let me be your flame

Let me be your flame

Kat Robb 04/07/2014

Brighid Playlist

Brighid’s Kiss – La Lugh
Brighid of the Sacred Flame – Angela Little
Imbolc – Lisa Thiel
Holy Water, Sacred Flame – Anne Hill
Song to Brighid – Lisa Thiel
Brighid – Kelliana
Saint Brigid’s Prayer – Norin Ni Riain
Invocation to Brigid – Ruth Barrett
Brighid’s Flame – Jon Richards
Brighid – Damh the Bard
Bridget – Ruth Barrett and Cyntia Smith
Mary of the Gael – Maire Brennan
Ode to Bridget – Noirin Ni Riain
On St Brighid’s Day – Ha’Penny Bridge
Brighid’s Blessing – David Davidson
Invocation of Bridhid – Grayhawk
Brighid Three – Andrew Steed
Song to Bridget – Mary McLaughlin
Danns’ nam Ban/Bhride! Bhride! – Distant Oaks
Bride Ban-Chobhair – Distant Oaks

Imbolc does not mean “in the belly!

The curse of Wikipedia strikes again. Now I’m seeing that Imbolc means “in the belly” all over the blogs for today’s holiday and I couldn’t figure out where the hell it was coming from until I looked in Wikipedia.

So I went to my handy Gaelic dictionaries. Number one the word Imbolc or any derivation there of does not appear in either Dwelly’s or MacClennan’s. Two very comprehensive Gaelic dictionaries which might explain why the holiday in Scotland is Fheill Bride not Imbolc.

The nearest words I could find were Im or Imb which are words for butter and the other words using those prefixes all have to do with milk or things done with milk. Normally you used to see that Imbolc had to do with ewe’s milk and that would make sense.

Bolg is a word for belly but if you use the logic of the two words together that would make the holiday butter belly and I sincerely doubt that.

So I looked at the alleged references used in Wikipedia. Most of them are New Age sources and not a Gaelic Dictionary in sight. Don’t you think if you are going to define a Celtic holiday with an allegedly Gaelic name you should at least consult a Gaelic dictionary?

So as I’m concerned Imbolc does not mean “in the belly” and how they got there mystifies me. It probably does have some thing to do with sheep and milk which makes a hell of a lot more sense.


St Bride’s charm – Carmina Gaedelica

St Bride’s Charm

The charm put by Bride the beneficent

On her goats, on her sheep, on her kine,

On her horses, on her chargers, on her herds.

Early and late going home, and from home.


To keep them from rocks and ridges

From heels and the horns of one another

From the birds of Red Rock

And from Luath of the Feinne.



From the blue peregrine hawk of Creag Duilion

From the brindled eagle of Ben Ard

From the swift hawk of Tordun

From the surly raven of Bard’s Creag.


From the fox of the wiles

From the wolf of the Mam

From the foul smelling fumart

And from the restless giant hipped bear.




From every hoofed of four feet

And from every hatched of two wings,

Pagan Descent of Brighid


Every day and every night

that I say the geneaology 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


Brighid, bean-oirdheirc

Lasrach grad

Fetaim lasrach soillse

Thoir cuireadh sinne

ris a’ bheatha mhaireannach`

Brighid, Sublime Woman

Quick flame

Long may you burn bright!

You give us the invitation to life everlasting