Imbolc 2009 - Untitled Poem For Brighid

Brighid, Exalted One,
Mother Three,
Fiery arrow,
Reborn of of the Old One
Bringer of new life
Builder of fortunes
Inspiration of divine word and song.


Liminal one,
Born in between,
Forever upon the threshold of death and birth
Bringer of the flame
of creativity
of rebirth
of craft,


I offer myself.


To the Mother
Of all things
You who nurture
Who offer healing
To all beings
You who offer blessing and protection
On my home and hearth
I am your beloved son.


To the Smith
Forge of the new
Through metal, fire, air, water
Your gifts shape this world
Through your craft
You give to me
Abundance beyond measure.
I am the builder of your fortunes.


To the Matron of Bards
You who inspire
Divine muse
Whose voice rises up through me
Weaver of words
Cauldron of lore
Voice of the three enchantments
Joy, Sleep and Sadness,
I am forever the singer of your songs.

Coming Home - Part 1

The spiritual, emotional, psychological goals we seek – of love, peace, trust, wisdom and so on – need time and the space to ‘arrive’ in our lives. It is in the silence, the gaps, the waiting, the ‘not knowing’, the reverence for the ‘Other’, that we have a chance to connect ourselves to something more than our wandering minds and anxious hearts. ~ Philip Carr-Gomm

Much has passed since I last checked-in here. The Gregorian Calendar year has passed, the Celtic and Druid year has passed, and we’ve moved through the dark of winter near Imbolc, the first light of Spring. My beloved Katy Grace and I traveled to the United Kingdom - England, Scotland, and Ireland - for our belated honeymoon, we attended our first OBOD Gathering, and America has elected and inaugurated a new president. I’ve also been caught in a loop of what is perhaps the busiest work schedule I’ve ever lived through, and have been struggling to maintain sanity, let alone remain grounded in spiritual and musical practice.

I have so many tales and thoughts from these past few months that I scarcely know where to begin. But here I’ll offer a brief overview of the honeymoon, with some follow-on posts that delve more deeply into the openings, awakenings and synchronicities of these past few months.

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Because we were made to dance.

May all beings drink from the well of unreasonable happiness. ~ Satyen Raja

Matt Harding is a dancer. He’s also a world traveler, and used to be in the world of making video games (the career world I currently occupy). Estimates suggest that over 17 million people have viewed his video, Where The Hell Is Matt. I’ve watched the video many, many times, and nearly every time I am brought to tears by its simplicity and beauty.

I can’t really explain why, other than to say that I am moved by the beauty of wanton joy that is expressed in each scene. The schoolchildren laughing and tumbling, the young men and women dancing in the rain, the austere tribesmen joining in the fun.

I think perhaps it is that in watching these videos I am reminded that we are not meant to struggle. We are meant to lead lives filled with joy and beauty. Because we were made to dance, to sing, to play, to learn…