Given their shared Celtic connection, St. Brigit has always felt like the sister-saint of St. Patrick to me. She is the patroness of midwives and dairymaids, among other things, which is why butter is traditionally made on her feast. It is yogurt for our family this year.
Lately I have been fascinated with Esther De Waal’s research on Celtic spiritually, specifically their concise method of praying without ceasing. From rekindling the hearth fire in the early morning hours to tucking the children in to sleep at night, every little facet of daily work had at least one layman’s blessing dedicated to the task. It was their way of sanctifying the day by offering God the sacrifices of difficult rural life, and petitioning heaven down to earth.
While reading, I came across the follow prayer for churning butter from the Carmina Gadelica (IV, 86-7).
Come thou Brigit, handmaid calm, Hasten the butter on the cream; see thou impatient Peter yonder, Waiting the buttered bannock white and yellow.
Come thou Mary, Mother mild, Hasten the butter on the cream; See thou Paul and John and Jesus Waiting the gracious butter yonder.
I am smitten with this idea of inviting saints by name to join us in the endeavors of our day.
How does your family commemorate the Feast of St. Brigid?
P.s. I have a baby due in a couple weeks. That being said, I will be taking a short sabbatical to get in as many of those sweet newborn snuggles as possible. Please pray for us and I’ll be back in May.