Something told me to check the calendar. I’m glad I trusted in my intuition; it’s my night to keep Brighid’s flame. So much has happened over the past several weeks. So much has exhausted me. It was easy to lose track.
How fitting and profound to tend the light the night after we lost power for hours.
My night has been full of Brighid. I worked to clean my kitchen a bit. I made bread. I worked on the Spring Equinox liturgy. I sang in the shower.
Thank you for the joy, warmth, and light, Brighid.
Author M. A. Phillips 