Begin by finding stillness,
Sit or stand where you feel rooted,
Let your spine lengthen gently,
Your shoulders soften,
Your breath flow easily,
Close your eyes and take three slow steady breaths,
With each exhale,
Let the remnants of the night fall away,
Now imagine yourself standing at the entrance of a sacred grove,
The trees part before you like a quiet welcome,
And golden light spills through the branches,
It is early morning,
The earth beneath your feet is rich and alive,
You hear birdsong in the distance,
The murmur of a stream nearby,
And the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze,
In the centre of the grove,
A stone hearth glows with a gentle flame,
Bridget's eternal fire,
As you step closer,
You feel the warmth of the flame reach toward you,
Not just on your skin,
But within your chest,
Awakening the sacred fire of your own spirit,
Bridget appears beside the hearth,
Calm,
Luminous,
Ageless,
She carries a bowl of clear spring water in one hand,
And a bundle of herbs and blossoms in the other,
With a quiet smile,
She anoints your brow with water,
Whispering a blessing for clarity,
She brushes the herbs across your heart,
Offering a blessing of courage and kindness,
Then she lifts the flame and touches it lightly to your hands,
A blessing of creativity and right action,
You feel your whole being infused with light,
Clear,
Grounded,
Awake,
Bridget looks into your eyes and speaks,
Not in words,
But in knowing,
You carry the flame now,
Walk with it,
Tend it well,
As the grove brightens with morning light,
You prepare now to return,
Carrying Bridget's blessing and her flame within,
And the quiet strength of the earth beneath you,
Take one more slow,
Tensional breath,
Let the image soften,
And when you are ready,
Gently open your eyes and step into your day,
Blessed,
Steady,
And full of light.
