30 Days of Hymns, the Sacred Triad, Brighid #5, Fibre Arts

A set of double-pointed needles holds a green and blue knitting project, likely a sock.

Hail to Thee, fibrous one
woven of faith and love
your many parts and faces
knitted from the cosmos
themselves

Teach me to knit
your mantle
to cover bare shoulders
aching for warmth

Show me the mysteries
of crochet
let me yarn bomb
happiness
in dark places

Guide my hand
as I detangle myself
so I may help you
stitch back together
the universe

Hail to Thee
Happy Hooker, Needle Freak
Queen of Yarn Addicts

May the sheep you keep
provide us the wool we need
to do your work
in the world

May we knit hats for the homeless
love for the lonely
May we crochet our communities
together
May we weave stories
out of starlight
May your light
tapestry the walls
of our lives

Hail, Woolly One,
Exalted,
Knitted,
Purled

teach to us the secrets
of the spindle

let us spin new worlds
out of old
let the threads we create
bind us in love
and conviction
let our work be an explosion
of joy and color
a balm for the soul

let us relearn the secrets
of “women’s work”
kin-knitting
hearth-weaving
tale-spinning

work that builds community
work that knits us whole

teach us these secrets
that we may build
something new
and throw your mantle over it
to keep it warm
and alive

Hail Brighid
Knitter of the Cosmos
Crocheter of Justice
Spinner of Love
Weaver of Life

Hail to You
may our stash
always be full
in your name
for your work
this we pray.


30 Days of Hymns: the Sacred Triad

So You Wanna Be A Priest

Sage and Starshine

Here’s the thing:

I’ve felt for some time that Brighid’s been calling me to priest/esshood. It’s been an inkling at the back of my mind for many, many years and only grew when I helped found Clann Bhride. Earlier this summer after the Orlando Pulse massacre, the necessity and enormity of priest/esshood felt like it could suffocate me. How could I respond most authentically in the face of tragedy and injustice? Submit, seemed to be the answer, submit to your Lady, submit to your community.

I’ve had two tarot readings in the past month – one done by myself, and one from my fiancé – oh by the way blog I have a fiancé and I also moved to New York City and a million other things I have to catch y’all up on – and both of these readings seemed to be whacking me upside the head…

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POEM: Forty-nine graves

Antinous for Everybody

If you want to know whether guns kill people
or whether people kill people
if you want to know whether words break bones
or if only sticks and stones can do that
if you want to know what happens
when a word like “faggot” puts bullets
like stones in a gun like a stick
and a word like “dyke” makes the gun erupt
like a super-volcano with five thousand years
of hatred, disgust, condemnation
if you want to know whether homophobia kills
whether fear of The Other really has power
there are forty-nine graves in Orlando,
Florida that weren’t there a week ago
that will answer your questions
with their silence.

(With thanks to Richard on Tumblr.)

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