My Druidic Journey

I often find that the Kindred don't often ask for great deeds - but only for gratitude, humility and self-surrender


In times of darkness and sorrow there is still the knowledge of the memories of the past. 
One priest called forward...
One Priest called home. 
Bright Brighid, Mother of the triple-forge, I know you will hold those who are called home to you in the palm of your hands. Isaac's passing will never be forgotten, and I know the world will watch for the signs of his return.





My name is Bonnie Cyr, I am 27 years old.

I began my journey with Ár nDraíocht Féin in 2005; since then I have set out on a personal journey to learn how to survive and thrive out in the world around me, both in the company of others and solely on my own. In the past seven years, I have experienced danger as well as undeniable safety - and have learned to live life by my virtues, forsaking vanity for a chance to live life by the seasons. 

In 2010 I began *listening* (alternatively, you could say UPG-wise I had no choice) to the ringing call of the forge. My Patron, Danu, was taking a major back-burner as she shoved me unflinchingly towards Brighid, despite my digging in my proverbial and metaphorical heels the.entire.way.


Since that time, however, I have come to know and be known in ways I never imagined I would. My eyes open, maybe for the first time growing up, to the forge and all its capabilities; to the presence of maidenhood and all of its source of wonder..but most especially to the Healer I was being called and for so long refused to be.

This year in 2013 has been a most astounding time. Our SIG within ADF (Brighid's Hearth) has seen tremendous growth and fellowship with one another. Our Healers are learning to "Know Thyself" and are accomplishing feats beyond compare. 
   

Below is the stole that one of our flame tenders has made and is making for members of our SIG. This weekend (October 19-20, 2013) was Robb Lewis' consecration and another flame tender and I wore our Stoles in the ritual. Even though hers and mine are of differing colors and patterns, the similarity of the craftsmanship and the details tie us both together. There will be no mistaking the Brighid's Hearth SIG in a larger congregation as time passes.



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Oh Ma Ma Ma.wma
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Bonnie Lin Landry,
Oct 29, 2013, 6:46 PM
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