St. Bride by John Duncan
Tag: Mama Brighid
‘Vogue Pantomime’, Sarah Daykin by Tim Walker, scrapbook ‘Vogue Pantomime’, Vogue UK 2004.
that’s me
The swan on the left or the swan on the right?
thats. me
I didn’t know there were two of you! Congratulations on y’all’s new elf-wife, she’s really quite lovely!
My therapist suggested replacing “is there anything I can do” with “what do you need” when comforting someone as the first kind of assumes you as part of the equation in helping someone which isn’t always helpful. It also kind of pressures the person suffering to kind of come up with something FOR you to do. Like I get so frustrated with that first question as a person who gets it a lot.
The second not only takes the pressure off but also might help the person really consider what their actual needs are like hey I haven’t eaten, maybe that’s a reason I feel crappy. It kinda takes the asker out of the immediate picture so the person struggling can focus on what they actually need, and then if you CAN help, you can offer it.
We’ll see if this works better!
That’s more like it.
Hail Brighid,
Whose flame I tend
Hail Brighid,
Whose hearth I sit beside
Hail Brighid
Whose bread I eat
Hail Brighid,
Whose yarns I spinHail Brighid,
Whose mantle I don as I go out
Walking o’er hills and through wilds
Listening for the call of her creatures
Watching for the waters of her wellsHail Brighid
Whose fires leap in my heart even now
Like a salmon through the rapids
Like a swan taking flightHail Brighid,
Wise mother
And thank you for your bounties
This day and every day
This night and every night
To me, Brighid in wintertime (from Samhain to Imbolc) is the Brighid of the hearth fire. In this dark hour, she sustains us. She nourishes us. She provides us with strength, comfort, and inspiration. She reminds us to slow down, to appreciate this seasons, but to remain mindful that spring will come again.
Brighid, comrade of women
Brig Ambue, lady of justice
Brighid, mother of grief
Bring this motherfucker down
woolandcoffee 
