April 2008


My shift ended at sunset today. I was not able to post this during, as my power went out, so here we are.

Last time I didn’t know what I would be doing, and I wound up  starting this blog. This shift was very much the same. Since last shift, I have taken the Tuatha oath and officially joined the Gwyddonic Order as a seeker. I started out this shift focused on healing for a few close friends.

Right before I did my shift work, I was outside, and found a stick that would be perfect for a wand. It’s beautiful. After I did the ritual part of my work, I started on the wand. I started by shaping the end, shaving the bark off, and shaping some small bits of branches that were sticking out. I ’sanded’ the whole thing with steel wool (I didn’t have sandpaper) and then I finished it with some wood floor treatment. I then wrapped the handle with dark reddish brown leather. (The wand is willow, so it’s pale, in sharp contrast with the leather).

Today when I got home from work, I found that not only had my athame that I ordered come, so did all of my incense, AND my laptop bag. I was not expecting this as I only ordered the stuff on Tuesday. I was amazed. The athame needed some minor work on it, and some major energy work. As soon as that was done I grew to love it.

For my indigo body paint, that I do every shift, I mixed the indigo up stronger than I usually do. I got a much darker stain and even achieved a multi-tonal design. That’s a first! I’m  happy. :) Next time I’d like to try it in combination with some India ink.

A reflection on a particularly potent meditation/vision of Brighid and myself:

pull me flying
watch me flying
from the water
rod casts me far
but flies me back
into gentle hands

I am the Salmon
Salmon am I
I feast on myself
for wisdom
caught, I am held
from water to air is bliss
but also death

Brighid, Lady of Fire
Comfort us with your warmth
Brighid, Lady of Water
Wash away our pain
Brighid, Lady of Healing
Free us from that which ails us

Brighid, Great Lady
Fill us with your healing fire
Grant us rest

(Recited as a carved candle is lit as an offering on Brighid’s altar)

Posted in honor of Thomas and Mari

Hi all, my name is Finn. I’m part of the Cauldron Cill as well, and I’d also love to post various and sundry bits about my shift experiences and my life with Brighid.

As patron of poets, and poetry, my devotions to Brighid very often take the form of poetry. Being a writer, much of my work (poetry, fiction, screenwriting) is devoted to Brighid, but I especially love to write poems to Her, and to Her alone. 

So, without further ado:   

 

fires sunk far below

drifting under waves

they shine molten

warming all waters

and as I bathe

watching gold run off skin

I think of you

and hold your flame steady

deep in your well