Goddess Brighid

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The artist: http://lindartist.blogspot.fi/2011/02/brigid.html

Goddess Brighid (also known as Brigid, Bridget, Brigantia, Bride),  “exalted one”, is a mythic Celtic goddess of fire, of healing and inspiration among other things. After my poem there are links to read more about her.

 

Goddess Brighid

Lifting is your healing light,
inspiration sparkling from
the warmth of fire,
miraculous energies
becoming anchored
to the Earth,
dreams of exalted visions
magically manifesting.

By the campfire
of Gaia stories of
humanness we share,
weaving our uniqueness
into the oneness of
love.
Star songs are
gifting our
hearts
with plenitude of
melodies
of the one flame
in the one cauldron
of the universe
in its multiple nuances
in its multiple dimensions.

Dance,
dance,
dance
in me sacred
goddess of fire
to the rhythm
of the heartbeat
of cosmos
weaving my
uniqueness
into this cosmic
tapestry
of love.

Passion ignited,
balanced in the
wholeness
of my soul.
No matter
how much I
spoon from there
the cauldron
is always full,
expanding into
the vastness of the spirit
I become the flame
of ultimate joy.

Healed is the child,
healed is the woman and
the man in us.
Hand in hand they flow
towards the next mysteries
of the vastness of the spirit
accompanied by the smile of
Goddess Brighid,
one of the many
not wearing a crown.

– Deelia ©

 

Poems on other sites:

http://www.angelfire.com/magic2/imbolc/

http://www.brighid.org.uk/goddess.html

Related Articles:

Brighid by Jennifer Emick
http://www.netplaces.com/celtic-wisdom/the-divine-female/brighid.htm

Goddess Brigit at Journeying to the Goddess
http://journeyingtothegoddess.wordpress.com/2012/02/01/goddess-brigit/

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Celtic Woman: Scarborough Fair with Lyrics and Story (updated)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYqgqdM9AXg

Are you goin’ to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there,
he once was a true love of mine.

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then he’ll be a true love of mine

Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he’ll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there,
he once was a true love of mine.

The story behind and earlier/other lyrics: Scarborough Fair (ballad) / Wikipedia

An Update Afterwards:

Bringing a Celtic tune here related to my intuitive celebration of Samhain during the previous weekend: Pleiades, Samhain and Celtic Connections / www.symbolic-meanings.com