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Monday, February 01, 2016
Welcome Fun and Fabulous February
Upon a day that legends say hog shadows can foretell The ending of the hoary winter season, A child was born one early morn between heaven and hell, Between the warmth of spirit and cold reason. 🌿The year was old, the winter cold, yet tiny shoots of grass Still bravely pierced the hardened frosty rime – Their shoots unbowed they stood the vow that like the newborn lass The spring would quickly grow and reach her prime. ☀ For from that start twixt head and heart a small girl bathed in milk Would grow to be the saint of three great arts – She would exalt distiller’s malt, weavers craft, poet’s ilk – All treasures from the soul’s liminal parts. 🌿Our faith is clear in times most drear, when earth is bleak and frigid – The gods did send a guide, a friend, to all in lovely Brigid. ~Buddy Dawn ☀ 🌿☀ 🌿☀ 🌿☀ 🌿☀