Brighid I call you
Brighid I beg you
Wake up what’s lost
Find what’s asleep
Let the fire rage deep.
Tomorrow is Autumn Equinox, and Group Flamekeeping. I realized tonight that I missed my flamekeeping shift on the 20th, but I don’t think it missed me. I went to bed at 3pm after being up for over 20 hours, working on a publishing order that had to go out. I woke up after six hours to find that a friend who I’d not heard from in over a month was in chat again! I got to talk to hir for a while, and after sie went off to bed, I felt exceptionally tired again, and slept at 2am, until 1pm.
So even though my human brain severely dropped the ball, Brighid didn’t drop me. And apparently now She’s making up for lost time by putting poetry and prayers in my head.
Every year on Labour Day weekend I’m at an event called Pirates and Faeries. I first went three years ago, and it’s where I met my now-fiancé. The event is basically a private party where people dress up as pirates, faeries, and various other romanticized fantasy creatures, and run around having a generally good and mostly pagan time.
This year my Cill shift happened to fall on the Saturday night of the event, so I kept the flame as best I could while in that environment. (And for once, Brighid didn’t slip me a spiritual sleeping pill, which is nice, because I stay up all night at PnF.)
We weren’t allowed candles in the cabin, and I don’t really have the skills to build up the sacred fire myself. So I found a makeshift way of marking the start of my shift: I broke an orange glowstick and said my start-of-shift chant. I then wore the glowstick around my wrist until sunset the next evening.
Brighid didn’t seem to mind at all. (I did manage to get some editing of my book done during my shift, so I’m sure that helped.)