Writing as a Healing Tool

I don’t really consider myself a healer these days; at least not directly. It’s not something I really focus on.

I don’t really need to. I end up doing healing work in Brighid’s name quite often, and sometimes inadvertently. Because one of the other things she has me do is write, and sometimes people tell me that what I’ve written has helped them heal themselves.

And sometimes what I write helps me heal myself.

I live in a world where writing really can save your life. That’s because of Brighid. That’s her blessing to me.

It’s not an easy blessing to bear, but it is a blessing.


Mender of Broken Hearts

English: The Flammarion engraving is a wood en...Image via WikipediaBrighid, you who shines in the night sky

Brighid, you who rises above the eastern horizon to lead us to goodness every morn
Brighid, you whose light is within us all
Brighid, you for whom my heart beats
Brighid, you with the stitching kit and infinite patience
Brighid, you with the song to sing me well
Brighid, you with the hammer to smooth my roughness
I was broken before you, O Brighid, you who mends my cuts and tears and gets me ready for the front line. 
I’ve been broken again, O Mistress of my undying devotion. 
To you I return, again, and again — to face the night, to face the dawn, to face the world with a new bravery kindled in my heart, with a new light to show me my path, with new love swelling in my chest. 
Brighid, shining above us
Brighid, lighting our ways
Brighid, reminding us of our humanity. 
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