St. Brigid’s Day, 1st February, marks the start of Celtic spring

Poor Brighid! She's carrying one helluva a portfolio there. All those people to be patron saint of. Hope she's on a retainer. Yes, indeed! Brighid represented the glory days of true Divinely Feminine Irish spirituality/Celtic Christianity. Before the misogynists patriarchs of Rome supplanted it with their orthodox religious imperialism, paving the way for more temporal imperialism of the Anglo-Norman/Saxons.

this piece and its posted comments are a real headspinner for an irish american distant from irish lore. also a fine entre for newcomers to the irish central site. also a rich patina to place over our very mild midwestern winter days and nights of the moment... thanks to all -

Nice article Mairead. Thx

Is cuimhniu liom ar baile agus me og,in Inis Oirr go raibh ceiliura no,go raibh no cailini ag deanamh rud eigin. Was it Sean O Riardain who sang it, or the same fella who sang An Poc Ar Buile..Nil gaeilge no bearla agam, well ag an computer.

Lovely old traditions from the days before we had to become wage slaves and get up every morning go to some crummy job to pay the mortgage on some overpriced property or inflated rent. If only life was as simple and free as it was then!

Muiris agus Niall, Is breá liom an dán atá I gceist agaibh, Rugadh mé dhá mhíle ón áit sin i Maigh Eo. I love that poem that Muiris & Niall are referring to. I was born two miles from Cill Aodáin – the place Rafertí praises in the poem about the coming of spring and the days getting longer, after the feast of Brigid.

LOvely Muiris think I learned it in second grade too and it is still with me all these years later -- go mairimid cead!

(...more) Brigid is also associated with the sun and therefore God through a famous romantic story told about her sitting in her convent at sunset with another nun, Dara, who was blind, describing the setting sun to her. The story goes that Brigid talked throughout the night about the sun’s brightness and its likeness to the glory of God and Paradise. The two prayed together during the night and the story goes on... "Quickly the hours of darkness sped, and the sun came up again behind the Wicklow mountains, and the pure white light made the face of the earth bright and gay. Then Brigid sighed when she saw the loveliness of earth and sky, knowing that Dara's eyes were dark, and closed to all this beauty. So she prayed to God, and laid her hands on the eyes of the gentle sister. Then, the darkness passed away from them, and Dara saw the golden ball in the east, and the trees and the flowers and the green fields, and the curragh glittering with dew in the morning light. She looked for a while. Then she turned to her Abbess (Brigid), saying: 'Close my eyes again, dear Mother, for it seems to me that when the world is so visible to the eyes, God is seen less clearly to the soul!' So Brigid prayed once more, and Dara's eyes grew dark again."

The association of St. Brigid with Celtic Fire and the Sun is famous. St. Brigid is wrongly attributed as the goddess of Fire; it was an earlier pagan woman also named Brigid who held that name (Breeyith of the Ashless Fire, the great nature goddess, the Healer, the Mother of Poets, and of Fire Smiths, was wrongly attributed to the historical St. Brigid. However, Brigid is reputed to hold great control over fire even today... as an infant, she miraculously survived a fire that burned the house she was in down to the ground (at Fochart, near Dundalk); though everything else was reduced to ashes, she and her cradle were untouched by the fire. Later on, in her convent in Kildare, she lit a fire with brushwood and logs but there were never any ashes left despite the fire being fed wood 24hrs a day. Though the fire at Kildare was destroyed during the Reformation years, it was later re-lit and still burns to this day in Kildare where you can visit it. The mistake common pagan attachment of Brigid with fire also emanates from her father who was a druid who lit many fires during his rituals. She attended many of them but used the occasions to preach Christianity to the crowds gathered around the fires. She converted her father on his deathbed when she prayed to God to let him see the glory of Paradise, whereupon he immediately became a believer and was baptised by Brigid before he died. BTW - the saintly Brigid, who was known for many miricales in her lifetime, was a ordained a bishop by St. Mel, nephew of St. Patrick and men were allowed to join her convent but stayed in separate quarters (More...)

@ PatriciaMarya – Yes, St. Brigid is known for blessing home and hearth. The Irish tradition is to place the straw St. Brigid’s Cross over the entrance door. St. Brigid is then said to bless all passing under her cross as they enter the home and as they leave it. In the old days, the entrance door of an Irish family home usually led you straight into the kitchen where the large turf fire burned for cooking and heat purposes; thus the blessing of home and hearth.

Brigid is a nice name. Never dated a girl called Brigid but the day is still young.

Niall: O chuir mé im cheann é. Ní stadaidh mé chaoíche. Go seasaidh thíos i lár Chonntae Mhuigheó. I gClár Chluinne Mhuiris bheas mé an chéad oíche. is san mbaile taobh thíos do tosnóidh mé ag óll. Go Caoilte 'Mach rachad is déanfad cuairt míosa ann....I learned it in 2nd grade so it may be a little mixed but that's the gist of it. Reaftaraí was an incredible poet.

Finally - nothing political, just beautiful observation of a wonderful Goddess' Day. I love the people she watches over. I also believe that she blesses the home and the hearth. Any information on that thought? St. Brigid's Cross - I saw them in the West of Ireland when I visited two years ago and reflected on how beautiful and easy to transport are they instead of the heavy, metal made ones.

In the ancient Irish pagan system Brigid was the sun goddess, but with the sun not envisioned as a distant disk in the sky. Brigid instead was envisioned as the rays of the sun as they enter the earth and make all things fertile and alive. She was the mother of the earth and all the living.

Tá an ceart ag Muiris. Cloisim anois iad. Muisis is right. I can hear the birds. I'm delighted that Irish Central covered this ancient Celtic holiday. Now, I'm going to get some straw or rushes & see if I remember how to make a Brigid's cross.