branches up, roots down

My pledge to Brigid is already showing signs of working on me. Decades back, when we were creating what has become the Reclaiming Tradition , we started making pledges in front of a big tub of water ( Brigid’s well) which held a cauldron of fire (Brigid’s flame ). This was done in a public ritual where one by one people would pledge with the community bearing witness. Over the years, I’ve made pledges that have shifted my life, and witnessed plenty that I knew would bring change. I haven’t been to a public ritual in several years, but this year I followed the call and found myself back in front of the well and the flame. My pledge this year was and is to embrace gratitude as an organizing principle and to treasure my son, my partner, and my beloved friends. My birthday was on Saturday and the whole day my pledge kept resonating. I am so blessed! My partner and I started the day with a trip to the farmer's market. If there ever was an urban pagan place of worship,...

Thank you. I am rich with poetry and dizzy with poetry and drunk with poetry. And I am so grateful for poetry and for this mighty web of poetic connection that we spun together. Thank you! Prayer for the Great Family Gratitude to Mother Earth, sailing through night and day— and to her soil: rich, rare and sweet in our minds so be it . Gratitude to Plants, the sun-facing, light-changing leaf and fine root-hairs; standing still through wind and rain; their dance is in the flowering spiral grain in our minds so be it . Gratitude to Air, bearing the soaring Swift and silent Owl at dawn. Breath of our song clear spirit breeze in our minds so be it . Gratitude to Wild Beings, our brothers, teaching secrets, freedoms, and ways; who share with us their milk; self-complete, brave and aware in our minds so be it . Gratitude to Water:...