Monday, Brighid and the Working Mom. :)

Yeah, it was a Monday. Though not, strangely, a bad one. Maybe the Green Man helped a bit? I don't know, but I know I got a lot done today that needed to be done. I got in the zone, or what-have-you, whatever you want to call it. I was focused, for the first time in about a week (ah, PMS, what would I do without you? Oh, right. I'd be sane. :))

I kept having bits of poetry cross my mind today too---and I'm not at all sure what that was about. But since I've adopted the multi-tasking Brighid (goddess of the hearth, of fire, of poetry and childbirth to boot) as the main goddess I work with, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. These are poems I've read and loved, or simply been moved by.

So here's some of the ones that popped into my head today at weird moments.

"Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to be still"
-T.S. Eliot, "Ash Wednesday"

"I am the wind on the sea
I am the stormy wave"
-Song of Amergin

"I arise today, through strength of heaven"
-Breastplate of St. Patrick, or, "The Deer's Cry."

"The cow is of the bovine ilk
One end is moo, the other milk"
-Ogden Nash.

Okay, I'm weird. Shoot me. But hey, whatever gets me through a Monday....:)