Brigit is said to have been born at the exact moment of day break, she rose with the sun, her head radiant with rays of luminous light, associating her with ascended awareness, enlightenment, new beginnings, sun beams and warmth. She is celebrated on Imbolc, falling on February 1 or 2, celebrating the return of the light and the coming of the spring. Thus her solar aspects may also represent Brigit as the Promise of Spring, the Bringer of Light after the dark months of winter. This energy brings with it HOPE, renewed enthusiasm, renewal, and new beginnings.
Brigit is considered a Triple Goddess, yet many references distinguish Brigit differently than the traditional Triple Goddess aspects of Maiden, Mother and Crone. Rather Brigit is frequently referenced having three sister selves with three distinct roles, Lady of Healing Waters, Goddess of the Sacred Flame and Goddess of the Fertile Earth. These roles are then multiplied through Brigit’s vast and varied responsibilities . . .
Today began on an ascending note. One second there was come quiet grayness: I did not know who I was or what I felt for the future. I was in a pre-dawn limbo, clinging to the dreams of the night before, shying from the nightmares.
My mother and I were both pulled to convene, but I'm not sure we knew about what or why. It felt like a ritual we had not meant to take part in, but that may be just the retrospective knowledge that a Goddess had arisen to claim her Authority and Bless us with her healing.
Our communion began with an ironic discussion on the subject of communication. It didn't go well, and "we are NOT communicating" became the pat phrase to explain why we were getting heated as we tried to analyze how better to communicate, especially vis a vis disagreements had in front of the Little One and especially those that are about her. I would have thought all this pathetic and never dared to mention it, except somehow during it, something happened. The sun rose and so did Vannesa, and the exchange shifted to one of personal revelation. "I am afraid," I blurted through unexpected tears, "that no one will allow me to express negative emotion." I had become so raw seeing how the slightest scolding from me would shut Vannesa down into a frighted, trapped, broken animal-whereas the same. exact. words, from my mother would inspire an assertive, receptive, good-natured response. And there was that same look...in my mother's eyes and body, during what I believed to be a simple, mildly uncomfortable exchange. "I don't know how to be heard" I groaned, "without having to make a big deal of it."
The way it goes, the way it's always gone, no matter the form-letters, jokes, broken dishes-I use to express negative emotions, is that people scrunch up and pull away. And that is, in and of itself, So. Very...lonesome; but it gets traumatically worse that the very same people, the very same ones, yearn, demand, and nurture all that is healing and nurturing in me, never understanding, never accepting that the latter comes from the same source as the former. I am one being, yin/yang, positive and negative. And my passionate expression of one is the very same flame I use to fuel the other. That is the conflict I bare; my confession to share. I am revered and rebuked, nurtured and negated for things that come from the very same place deep within me. The conflict is in the reception (expression); I feel faithful in the belief that the source is one whole...holistic being.
My confession left a feeling quite different from resolution, there was none of that. There was a gentle meditation on the Truth behind my revelation. It was sacred, even if we didn't know we knew it.
Somehow this bright sunshine day led us to take charge, the Little One was strangely drawn to me-well strange as there is usually a balance or her affection slightly favors Mukaka when Mukaka is around (but this isn't so terrible: I'm understandably more childish around my mother, and anyhow they hardly get to see each other, and lastly I would do the same if my grandmother were around). But today her beaming eyes shined directly on me, like I was...well...a Goddess; and she was beautiful for her attention, though it frightened me to think how I would...manage such fierce light for the next 9 hours or so...
We went back to the school that has given us our last hope for getting her placed; we went determined to communicate our position: "yes, you do want her, forget what the papers say, she is a light and we need a fireplace to nurture her; here, she. will. thrive". Brigit had spoken for us, it had already been decided, "yes, we do want her, we know she can thrive; we just may have to wait..." It was good, it was very good.
Today was a day were the sunshine seemed to burn our fears up, then bathe us in healing light of faith and inspiration. I gave Vannesa "work" to do, "we all have to work don't we?" and so forth, she tried to shrink in; she tried to not believe in herself-but the light was too strong for her to hide. When she was finished she sighhhed, "I could have never believed I could do so much, Ahhh God." I laughed, "I always knew it," I replied, "Ehhh? Since you met me?" she questioned. "Since I've gotten to know you, more and more I think, look how much she can do when she just tries!"...
The Malaria kicked in around 5, I had to give in and lay down. When my mother came I hadn't started dinner, she went right to it, and it was only hours later that she realized I was ill. She had a huge report she swore she would do, and she never even mentioned it once. The flow by evening was as if we were all one; there was no longer a need to speak.
Three Goddesses are we still searching for the right, the authority, to be in our power, but today we were Brigit in her 3 potent Selves; she didn't ask us to be bright, or cool, or nurturing, she just rose with the sun and in her light, we thrived.