She laid her hands upon the stone, if there is any magic left here perhaps a small bit will pass on to me. She smiled.
From the Hill of Tara Cinnia travelled to Kildare, The City of Brigid. Brigid was a Goddess of the Tuatha dé Danann. The daughter of Dagda, she was patroness of poetry, music, and song. It is Brigid who one seeks assistance from to reignite the creative fire in the soul. Cinnia sought out the eternal flame, at the site of the monastery she built. She sat on a bench beneath the flame to mediate and began by reading a passage she had saved from her research:
‘I am Brid, beloved of Erin, spirit of fire, healer of ills, warrioress of old, protector of life, woman of power, sovereign Mother of all creation. I create, I inspire, I make magick. I am old, I am young, I am eternal.’ (Quote from: Celtic Myth and Magic – Harnessing the Power of the Gods and Goddesses by Edain Mc Coy)
She closed her eyes; I seek to regain a spark, to rekindle the energy within. Please heal my soul so that I may have the fortitude to bring the expression of the beauty of the world forth through story and dance. A sense of warmth and peace radiated through her body. She took out her journal and started to write.