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THE SEASON OF MY HEART by Brigid Clare Oak

Though there are certain days of the year, which are typically associated with New Beginnings…

For a very long time now, my day of such celebration has been the first of February: Brigid's Day. I have found great inspiration and direction for my life in the Life and Legends of Brigid of Ireland. Known and loved as both Goddess and Saint, She has been my spiritual Companion and Muse for nearly twenty years, and I honor Her in the spiritual name I have chosen for myself.

My children have grown up knowing Brigid's Day as a very special time for good food and drink, the joy and magic of ancient folk practices, and a focus on prayer, gratitude, and blessing. This Day is, in a way, the First Day of the Season of my Heart. 
Photograph of the author's Brigid's Day Altar

The Season of my Heart
by Brigid Clare Oak

I count my blessings
This Day~
As numerous, it seems,
as the thousand
glints and gleams
of silver-white flecks,
frolicking frozen
upon February’s first winds.
The Season of my heart
begins anew as I consider
the beauty and bounty of my life;
The people I love
The places that live within me
The movement of soul
and delights of the senses…
The fine art of the Sacred Ordinary.
All is animated
and sustained
in the Highest Grace;
calling ever deeper
into the Greater Heart
from Which we all burst into birth.
O, ponder what your life is worth!
Far more than
a thousand glints and gleams!
Far more than
all the beauty and wonder
this earth can contain!
Beyond the Majesty of Matter
lies the Origin; the Flame…
And each of us,
made of Love;
a letter in the Unutterable Name,
and heir of the Inescapable Good.
Pictured is the author on Brigid's Day



Brigid Clare Oak lives a quiet life of poetry, prayer, and presence. She is a liturgist, vocalist, and composer of spiritual songs, and works also in the field of elder care and companioning. Brigid is mother to three beloved children; two grown sons and a teenage daughter. Together they enjoy copious amounts of tea, laughter, and love. 








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