Greetings from "The Gods Are Bored" on Imbolc, the festival day that honors Queen Brighid the Bright!
And what do you think? I took the day off from work and cooked the Snow Day turkey, and would you believe it? Queen Brighid has stopped by for a steaming plate! Please give a warm, wonderful, Gods Are Bored welcome to Goddess Brighid!
Anne: Thank you so much for stopping by, Great Goddess! What an honor to have you here on Your feast day!
Anne: I praise and worship You all the time, since You are my Patroness Goddess and the Guardian of my altar. But just lately I've been thinking about You even more.
Brighid: Why is that?
Anne: I got a new polyester blanket for ten bucks at Ross Dress for Less. I even got a senior citizen discount on it -- my first ever!
Brighid: That's my sensible Annie!
Anne: Here it is. Feel it!
Brighid: Oh! How did they get it that soft?
Anne: Completely synthetic fabric! Nothing natural about this blanket at all. I have no idea what technology went into making it, but my soul, isn't it just the softest, most gooey blankie you've ever touched?
Brighid: Best in the apparent world, most certainly. And I like that shade of green. There's not a single plant in all the world that is that shade of green, but it's pretty.
Anne: Indeed! And I've been sleeping like a buzzard under this artificial textile. I wish my grandfather was alive to see it! He spent his whole career in the synthetic fabric industry. I'll bet this would fascinate him. Anyway, when I pull its buttery softness around me, I think of Your mantle that you spread upon the world, back when it was a place of chaos and savage beasts.
Brighid: Yes, My silver mantle. To this day some people call Me Brighid of the Mantle.
Anne: That was a straight-up swell gesture of You, Goddess. What would the world have been like without Your blessed silver mantle? Unfit for humans, at the very least. Every time I cuddle up under my new gooey fake fabric blankie, I think of Your magic mantle and how it tamed the world. Thank You for doing that.
Brighid: You're welcome, Anne. Thanks for remembering.
Anne: In my mind I picture You spreading Your mantle out. Like, see how I lay my totally artificial blanket softly over my bed? I imagine You doing it that way. Or, like a mother covers up her sleeping child. Or, how a camper lays down a ground cloth before erecting a sturdy tent. Ummm.....
Brighid: Go ahead, I can read your mind anyway.
Anne: ... how we lay blankets down before a picnic to deter the pismires.
Brighid: You speak so eloquently! My praise and worship team has always valued intelligent women.
Anne: It's nice to feel valued by your deity. In some praise and worship systems, women don't really feel the love.
Brighid: And that's a crying shame! You should go door-to-door, Anne.
Anne: I wouldn't presume. But I'm glad You call me Yours, Goddess.
Brighid: Forever and always.
Anne: Would you like a serving of blueberry cobbler for the road? Nothing artificial about the blueberries!
Brighid: Thank you, and thank you for the altar ... are those vulture feathers?
Anne: Yes.... ummmmmm ......
Brighid: Oh, don't be embarrassed! No liturgy, no worries! If you want your wand to have the feathers of a carrion-eating scavenger, that's fine by Me. I will continue to bless your home and hearth.
Anne: I love you, Queen Brighid the Bright.
Brighid: And I love you too, Anne. All is well.