The Goddess Companion

 The Goddess Companion      

 
  
Here is Biddy, dressed in white.
Give her something to get through the night.
Here is Biddy, dressed in white.
Give poor Biddy a little light.
 
Give poor Biddy something!
Look, her clothes are torn.
Give poor Biddy something!
Look, her shoes are worn.
 
Here is Biddy dressed in white.
Give her something to get through the night.
Here is Biddy, dressed in white.
Give poor Biddy a little light.
 ~Traditional Irish Song to the Goddess Brigid
 
In Ireland, the end of winter occurs now, when sheep begin to bear their lambs and life stirs at last after its winter sleep. In our calendar, spring is still long away, but we feel the stirring within ourselves that longer sunlight hours brings.
 
Such stirrings need encouragement. At this time of year, little children dressed in rags walked the byways of old Ireland, begging “something for poor Biddy,” receiving treats of money and food. In ancient times, “Biddy” was the Goddess Brigid, translated into the Christian saint Bridget. Like her, we will survive even the darkest times to be reborn again.
 
But our wintry souls can call out for gifts, kind words and embraces, small tokens that reveal our importance to each other. Winter’s night is passing, but winter can remain within our souls unless we reach our hands to offer the warmth of human kindness to our friends and loved ones. Tr
uths of our existence.
 
 

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By Patricia Monaghan