there is
wisdom
in the hive
(brighidblessusblessusblessusblessus)
working steadily
to our common
goal
(healushealushealushealushealushealus)
we dance out
our union with
the pulsing heart
of life
(beusbeusbeusbeusbeusbeusbeus)
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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.
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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