Brigid Goddess

[@lpsash6027]

Beautiful thank you Bard ❤

[@tracythorndike6417]

This was amazing. I'm crying here listening to you. She's not been forgotten. Thankyou.

[@CaitrionaDowd]

Thank you so much for a fantastic tale on the goddess brigid. Maybe a future tale could be on the cailleach the opposite of brigid, the winter/ creation goddess hag or witch that is aligned with time from 1 Nov to 1 Feb when brigid takes over.

[@CandlelitTales]

Yes! Love that idea. We have 9months or so to think about that and get it out. There's so many Caileach stories to choose from, an overview would be great. In the mean time check out episode 171 & 172 for two stories about the Caileach & 173 for the conversation about her afterwards 🕯️

[@daisypeters3216]

Great idea

[@h.m.mcgreevy7787]

☘️💜'Tis a Good thing!💜☘️

[@daisypeters3216]

May Our Beloved Goddess Brigid bless you and everyone who is watching this channel! Blessed be!

[@martinacarvalho4330]

I´d love to know who wrote this story that has so much passion and wonder in its words, as well as the ones who tells them!

[@CandlelitTales]

We don't exactly "write" our stories, but this piece was told by Sorcha, and created by Sorcha with help from Aron

[@martinacarvalho4330]

​@@CandlelitTalesthank you so much for replying! This creation of yours, it's's so wonderful and touching. The way you tell this stories about myths, it's even better than reading books or watching movies. Thank you !

[@karincleary2739]

❤

[@christianhuntercascon888]

I feel such deep, intimate fromatatin in dog a globe for the space around it was the land itself! And this day! But rather this other day, it was was foretold my king had growled vigues ahshuckhoars with the wid wreck upon her tone tongue would not soften the gates of grooble the double of my most dandy I could not begin the flight cross weathered deckers for drobes of Migdalia Garvey so many things that stole the giver so what was received wasn’t so the enchantment that my foot ached from walking which is for the reason that I was not important enough to be hears heirs of my uncles late widows gander would cobble the wedched hands sawing the wood that indeed would grant goosebumps to a raging French kiss of lug too5les agazed a plauntaid digger would grow to know this love., this love. More that the other love as before but not so much as either of them nor I can have such love radiance fires breast milk a clothed ogle in a mighty kings wet dream. And so it was.