Oh, Bríd, Bride, Brigid travels far and wide, for sure. I am reminded of Imbolc last year, when I lie in bed, holding my daughter's hands, whose arms and legs I had wrapped like a leper's because she was having such a horrific eczema flare up that she would scratch her skin to shreds while she slept. Bríd visited us during those sleepless nights, helping us get through them. Covid followed shortly thereafter, and Bríd held us in her way then, too. I am new to the laying out of the Brat Bhride, only having twice placed a shawl I knitted on our front porch for her to bless. I feel her in there, like a mother's hug. I am looking forward to celebrating Imbolc with friends this year: I have had day lily leaves hanging since late summer, drying to use for our Bríd's crosses. I hope you can find a time to make your own - there is a beautiful rhythm to their weaving that feels very ancient.
Oh, Bríd, Bride, Brigid travels far and wide, for sure. I am reminded of Imbolc last year, when I lie in bed, holding my daughter's hands, whose arms and legs I had wrapped like a leper's because she was having such a horrific eczema flare up that she would scratch her skin to shreds while she slept. Bríd visited us during those sleepless nights, helping us get through them. Covid followed shortly thereafter, and Bríd held us in her way then, too. I am new to the laying out of the Brat Bhride, only having twice placed a shawl I knitted on our front porch for her to bless. I feel her in there, like a mother's hug. I am looking forward to celebrating Imbolc with friends this year: I have had day lily leaves hanging since late summer, drying to use for our Bríd's crosses. I hope you can find a time to make your own - there is a beautiful rhythm to their weaving that feels very ancient.