Myths of Brigid, the Celtic Triple Goddess Who Became a Christian SaintBrigid, the Celtic goddess of fire (the forge and the hearth), poetry, healing, childbirth, and unity, is celebrated in many European countries. She's a goddess known by many names in many countries. One of them is Saint Brigid who is one the most powerful religious figure in Irish history, right up there with Saint Patrick (who she probably prevented from running all the snakes, aka Druids, out of Ireland). It is said that wherever Brigid walked tiny flowers and shamrocks would spring up from the soil. Born at the exact moment of daybreak, Brigid rose into the sky with the sun, rays of fire beaming from her head. As a sun goddess her gifts are light (knowledge), inspiration, and the vital and healing energy of the sun. The Brigid first worshipped in ancient times was the daughter of the great Irish god Dagda, the 'Good Father'. She had two sisters who were also named Brigid. Taken together, they were called the 'Three Mothers', 'Three Sisters', or simply the Goddess Brigid. Different than in Greek mythology where the Triple Goddess represents the three developmental stages of a woman's life (Maiden, Matron, and Crone), the Irish Bridgets were all of the same generation and the distinctions between them were based on their areas of divine responsibility. Brigid (the Fire of the Hearth) was in charge of fertility, family, childbirth and healing. Brigid (the Fire of the Forge) was, like the Greek goddess Athena, a patroness of the crafts (especially weaving, embroidery, and metalsmithing). And, like Athena, she was also responsible for justice, law and order. Brigid (the Fire of Inspiration) was the muse of poetry, song, history and the protectress of cultural learning.
Her feast day, known as Imbolc, is celebrated near the end of winter. It is, like the goddess herself, meant to give us hope, to remind us that spring and change are on their way. Read the intriguing myths of the Goddess Brigid here. . . Back to the lesson of the knee-hi blue jeans: As a young, working mother struggling to keep too many balls in the air at one time, I often felt I was frequently failing at one thing or another. Bet you know that feeling too. |
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