A Prayer to Queen Brighid the Bright
Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," where we sip polytheism at Starbucks, buy god supplies at Home Depot, and get all our materials for praise and worship at Wal-Mart!
Just kidding. We don't patronize any of those establishments.
Well, maybe Home Depot because you can't get that stuff anywhere else anymore. But if we need an extension cord or a half gallon of paint, you can best believe we use the neighborhood hardware store, the one holding on by its fingernails.
Now for a nasty little secret. We here at "The Gods Are Bored" have a favorite god!
I know, I know, it's not nice to play favorites. A Teacher's Pet god sounds like such a goody-goody. However, we have a preference, and that's that.
Her name is Queen Brighid the Bright. But you can call her the Blessed Mother if you want. Seems that's more user-friendly in these times.
Gosh, I'm starting to sound like "Mr. Applegate!"
News has come that my dear husband's plant will be subject to revised head counts. He has a great deal of seniority, and he's also getting to the age where health problems crop up, so of course they want him out. They're willing to pay him to leave, in fact. And he's probably going to do it.
There's two little problems: my daughters, the Heir and the Spare.
Goat judging does not supply health insurance, and neither does substitute teaching. If we lose the husband's union benefits, we'll be like so many other people out there right now, cut loose by The Man and left to drown.
So: To Queen Brighid the Bright, I pray:
Shelter my children, Ancient One, as you've sheltered all the many generations of my kinfolk, back through distant time to the shores of Avalon. Send your faeries to help me find meaningful paying work. I promise I'll keep this blog going in your honor!
Mother of God
Haven't you always wondered about that one?
A MERLIN IN PERIL