Bloody earth

Saturated with killings, death, destruction

What are we doing to ourselves?

Speciesism is the old world

We are creating the new world

Now

At our centre we are a teeming ocean full of life

A regenerative forest floor

But outside of our golden hearts

We are a raging torrent of grief

How do we break the spell?

We must break our own hearts wide open

We must quiet our minds and listen in to the Earth

Now! 💓

 

Poetry celebrating Brigid, the Celtic Goddess of fire, fertility, poetry, craftsmanship and smithcraft revered and remembered on this February 1st, the day of Imbolc and beautiful Earth, our treasured home.