Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," seldom seen serious, since silly's so sweet!
Groundhog Day. What a stupid little dodge. Largish rodent crawls out of his hole, goggles the weather, and returns to hole. Supposed to be a foolproof predictor of future meteorological patterns.
Truth is, the whole point is that the ground hog returns to his hole. Imbolc is about your own personal ground hog hole, and the Goddess you invite to bless it.
Queen Brighid the Bright is the Goddess of Imbolc. She is the Goddess of home and hearth, of metal work, of creativity, and of nesting. It is to this Blessed Mother we turn to protect that which we hold most dear: our homes in which we shelter our children, our desire to take the base metal of ourselves and turn it into something precious. To dedicate yourself to Queen Brighid is to recognize that you must do for others. You must nurture children. You must create art that will delight. You must keep the fire burning so that no one grows cold and dies.
On this blessed weekend, take a small piece of a project you want to complete and ask Queen Brighid's charms upon it. Do right by a child. Build a fire -- a big roaring blaze worthy of your father's funeral pyre, or just a gentle candle or two by a mirror. Let Queen Brighid know that her attention will not be wasted on you, because you're not some nasty slimy thing that slithered from under the woodwork, but rather a well-meaning furry creature whose hole needs protection and who, with divine help, can brighten the homes and hearths of others.
Bridghid of the mantle, encompass us.
Lady of the Lambs, protect us.
Beneath thy mantle gather us.
And restore us to memory.
Foremother of our foremothers,
Take our hands in yours.
Remind us how
To kindle the hearth.
To keep it bright, to preserve the flame,
Our hands within your hands,
Your hands upon our hands.
To keep the light, both day and night.
The mantle of Bridghid about us,
The protection of Bridghid upon us,
The memory of Bridghid within us,
Keeping us from harm, from ignorance, from heartlessness, this day and night, from dawn until dark, from dark until dawn.
Queen Bridghid the Bright, we at "The Gods Are Bored" ask your help. We want to light a fire that will honor the Ancient Ways of our blood. We want, at any cost, to preserve the lives of all children that wander into our path. We want you to walk with us again, not bored but adored.
A blessed Imbolc to all,
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS