Brigid Meditation

Imagine
you are sitting in the cosy whitewashed home where Brigid was born,
warmed by gentle flames of a fire in the hearth, the heart of the
house. On the wall hangs a modest picture of a graceful woman in
long white muslin dress emerging out of the ripples of a woodland
stream. On the bank beside her stands a man, upright, supportive,
guardian while she steps lightly in the water. You rise from your
chair and walk over the soft earthen floor strewn with dried lavender
flowers, releasing their scent, lift the latch and open the small
window.
A pleasing southerly breeze touches your face, ruffles the
branches on a nearby bush, and a small bird sings. Beside the house a
tender stream gurgles over soft rounded stones. Leaning on the waist
high cill of the window you inhale deep gentle breaths of fresh
spring air. Here small white flowering snowdrops peek out of green
grassy banks of the rill, white skirts nodding quietly in the playful
air, and there the last of the brown autumn leaves blow hurriedly
over the clear earth under tall trees. You can almost smell spicy
resin in the bark of the trees.
You will not leave the house, but continue to look out through the window, noticing every small change in the scene. What do you envision coming into sight? Maybe an animal, a bird, person, or blossoming plant. The whole world is out there. Enjoy standing at the window for as long as you want.
When ready close the window, walk back over the lavender, releasing its aroma, to your seat by the fire. You can feel the petite smile of optimism on your face, knowing that the season is turning, fresh existence and growth active in all beings and in your own life.
Turn your thoughts inwards to the midriff of your being. Be aware of your own essence at your centre, your true self. It is as if you are looking through a window again, this opening into your own soul. And within is everything. Happiness, creativity, joy, grief and pain, you can see them all. Looking through the window you can see all this is known by your soul. Yet you are not concerned, feeling contentment and serenity.
Bring
the meditation to a close by bringing your attention again to the
painting on the wall of a woman in the stream and man beside her.
They are an apparent duality. We perceive much of the world as split
into fragments. Notice their freedom. The woman paddling in the
stream as if a child. The man watching and waiting to take her hand
when ready to step away from splashing amongst the water worn
stones. In an instant of realisation you see they are the same
person. The divine truth within your soul is there, always playing
and waiting to be acknowledged. Thank them for their presence and
inspiration.
Finish, have a drink and bite to eat.