Bloody earth

Saturated with killings, death, destruction

What are we doing to ourselves?

Speciesism is the old world

We are creating the new world


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! šŸ’“


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.

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