“To Brighid”

Brighid,
Mother of the warming sun,
Protector of the Hearth,
Keeper of Awen,
I honor you.

As the wheel turns never-ending
and brings with it longer days filled with the sun’s life-giving warmth,
I thank you for your presence in my life.

My hearth is blessed by your presence, Bright Lady,
and I prepare it anew for your protection.

I celebrate the return of the sun, the warmth and joy of Spring,
bringing your light into my home.

I see and feel the presence of Awen in my life,
and ask for the continued fire of inspiration.

Brighid,
Mother of the warming sun,
Protector of the Hearth,
Keeper of Awen,
I honor you.

“Desert Calling”

in the desert stands a woman
a priestess
her bare feet rest in still-warm sand
her arms stretch above her head
her fingers reach to the dome of nightfall

in that blackness stars shine and glimmer
the moon a bare crescent
she speaks words of intent
a prayer, an incantation
a spell born of hunger
born of desperation
born of desire

in her heart there is devotion
in her soul there is openness
there is passion

her voice becomes a beacon
her words sing out across the sands
reaching through time
across unimaginable distances
calling her tribe to her