After stirring “in the belly” (what Irish Gaelic “Imbolg” literally means) of a fallow season, we undergo birth pangs to extricate ourselves from winter’s constricting force. Fueled by the Goddess/Saint Brigid’s sacred fires of hearth, head, and heart that warm, inspire, and heal; and cleansed by Her holy waters of renewal, we stand assuredly in Her might.
Let us pray:

The Mantle of Brigid
Brigid above me,
Brigid below me,
Brigid at my right hand,
Brigid at my left hand,
Brigid behind me,
Brigid before me.
I stand encircled, protected, warded
By The Bright One.
All disease, all blight, all workings of woe directed against me shatter:
Split asunder by the might of the Fiery Arrow.
Let blessing be!



