To all a blessed Lá Fhéile Bríghde: Imbolc, Festival of Lights, Feast of Naomh Bríd (Holy Brigid).
Tonight I invite you: "Gabhaibh air bhur glùinean, fosgailibh bhur sùilean, is leigibh a-steach Brìghde Bheannaichte" ("Fall down to your knees, open your eyes, and let Blessed Brigid enter").
This holy Feast, beginning tonight (in Celtic tradition a measurement of time always begins with the night, not the day), is a sacred time set apart for remembering and embracing the radiant light which burns concealed in the dark of winter. Naomh Bríghde is tender of the undying flame of divine inspiration, patroness of poet-seers and healers, and, particularly for those of Gaelic ancestry, keeper of the well of deep, undying ancestral wisdom. For us, she shines as a supernal symbol of our ancient indigenous traditions, stretching unbroken from time immemorial to the present.
May you be richly blessed by the light and warmth of her love, by the gracious intercession of her prayers.
Brigid of the Mantle, encompass us;
Lady of the Lambs, protect us;
Keeper of the Hearth, enkindle us.
Beneath your mantle gather us,
and restore to us the sacred memory.