My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts

Imbolc: when winter loosens its grip and the fire returns

Brigid of the flame and the well,

Keeper of the hearth, midwife of light,

I thank you for warmth that endures,

For words that heal,

For fire that remembers its purpose.

Bless my hands with craft,

My voice with truth,

My path with steady courage.

As the light returns, so do I—

Whole, awake, and grateful.

Brigid walks with me.

The fire is lit.