Disconnected Cheese At Imbolc

When we look at the goddess Brigid in her many forms and under plethora names we might spot that, as a goddess of fire, birth and forge she is a deity well acquainted with transformation.

One transformation that you might not associate, at first, with Brigid is that of milk to cheese. Yet, integral, and integrated for our ancestors, to Imbolc, Brigid’s fire festival, was the generation of the first milk of the year.

Many animals time their reproductive cycles so that their young are born for the coming of spring. Well, often a few weeks before the grass begins to grow again, allowing for the last of the fat stored over winter to feed the animals’ milk production.

Imbolc is often cited as coming from Irish Gaelic and means ‘in the belly’. This refers to the lamb bearing fullness of the ewes bellies.

So how does a goddess of fire have her big festival be linked to sheep farming? Well, the goddess we know as Brigid is likely wearing a more recent name and links through to much older goddess names. Scholars think Brigid, with her panacea of skills and seasonality, has come from an ancient form of mother goddess who’s nature was forgotten but rewritten several times since time immemorial. Brigid likely became a fire deity via being a solar deity and a forge and fertility deity through being an animistic principle of the landscape.

Some historians would suggest that her form wore the name Lassar, an ancient deity associated with both fire and ewes. Lassar herself is linked in to another goddess form; the goddess Crobh Dearg (Red Claw) and a pilgrimage site by the same name (Cathair Crobh Dearg) is also linked to Anu. Anu being Danu. Danu being the mother of the Tuatha de Danann and of very ancient origins.

Brigid may well be Danu wearing the skin of a blacksmith and a saint.

You’ll notice that I’ve been a bit vague on my sources and my conjecture. That’s because I want you, if curious, to research it a bit yourself and come to your own conclusions.

Brigid is pretty awesome as she is, regardless of any older personas. Yet I feel that personal gnosis and historic precedents are good bedfellows in the realm of understanding.

But I digress. Ewes bearing lambs is a big thing for Imbolc and not all sheep are the same.

Sheep of old

Modern varieties of sheep, as found in the british countryside, are incredible wool producing creatures with a tasty reputation to boot.

Yet, ancient sheep were mainly raised for meat, milk and hides.

This process began some 11000 years ago in ancient Mesopotamia when wild species of Mouflon were domesticated.

Primarily wool producing sheep varieties were only bred in to being around 6000 years ago. Before this the majority were self shearing varieties which shed their wool as the seasons changed.

Many of these ancient sheep breeds,as looked upon by our herding and hunting ancestors have survived through being well adapted to remote areas of northwestern Europe. Breeds such as the Soay, Hebridean, Shetland, and Boreray.

One ancient breed that has inspired a tattoo design (actual tattoo pending due to covid19 restrictions) is the Manx Loaghtan. I’ll share more in another post once it’s done.

These small ‘primitive ‘ short tailed sheep are impressive creatures despite their relatively diminutive size. When we look upon these mouse brown sheep, which were the main sheep breed of the Isle of Man until the mid 1900s we should be impressed with their hardiness and character, even as we look upon their four to six horned heads.

Ballacosnahan Farm Manx Loaghtans have an account on Twitter that’s worth a follow (@MLProduce) and a purchase from. They regularly post pictures, stories and videos of their brilliant looking sheep and have kindly given me permission to use a few images in this blog.

Having established that ancient sheep meant a lot to our Ancestors and the link to Brigid, it will come as no surprise that eating sheeps cheese is a bit of an Imbolc tradition for many.

While Manx Loaghtans may not be great for milk and cheese there are sheep like the Spanish Manchega breed which are. Manchego is a fabulous sweet but salty sheep milk cheese from the Manchega milk, and, it’s commonly available in most supermarkets. This year I’ve bought some Lancashire smoked sheep milk cheese and some Yorkshire Manchego from The Liverpool Cheese Company.

It’s a bit of a tradition in our family to have a little sheeps cheese on Imbolc to honour the time of year, the ancestors and the woolly beasts that have a link to Brigid and to honour Brigid herself.

I strongly recommend you check your local cheese supplier for local sheep cheese, but, if in a supermarket, like Lidl, then try to pick some up and raise a cheese coated oat cracker to a flame haired goddess… or perhaps leave one on the doorstep on Imbolc eve as an offering akin to the oak cake traditionally left for her as she passed by.

I also strongly recommend that you take another look at the Goddess of the fire and forge and see her tending the fire of new life in the belly of the animals without which humanity wouldn’t have survived to reach where we are now. Domestication is a form of co-adaptive evolution and without sheep and their like we wouldn’t be the same as a species.

If you feel inclined to do so, perhaps look again at where you buy your meat, milk and cheese, the welfare of the animals that provide it, and regenerative farming practices that raise them. It’s more affordable than many think to eat a little more ethically and small, more earth-kind businesses deserve rewarding for their work in stewarding the land and creatures that we have relied upon for millennia.

Prayer to Brigid

I am blessed to have been part of an online Inbolc devotional event for the past three or so years.

It’s headed up by a knowledge and considerate druid in Ireland and managed wonderfully well.

It’s always a pleasure and an inspiration to read through the lists from other devotees. There are a lot of gifted wordsmiths out there in the land of Brigid.

Today was my day to post up a devotion and an image as part of the 19 day lead up to Imbolc.

There is another partly written blog post about Brigid to come from me over the next few days.

Here I offer my prayer again. I hope you take some inspiration or enjoyment from it.

Prayer to Brigid

My heart to my hearth;

home of embers smouldering.

Smoored flat are the ashes;

a bed and doll are made.

Oat cakes sit upon the doorstep;

While white cloth gleams upon the hedge under scant moonlight.

The rushes and willow are woven;

Brigid’s crosses are freshly pinned above the door.

The ewes are calling you back;

their lambs sing your name.

Let age slough off you; flame haired and piercing eyes renewed.

Come Brigid to awaken the spring.

Come Brigid to fuel the growing earth’s forge.

Come Brigid to blow the sleeping embers to flame.

Come Brigid to weave healing in to our lives and bring the newborn’s cry.

Lady Brigid, you are welcome again.

Imbolc Fire Scrying using Christmas tree foliage

A couple of days ago I came across an abandoned Christmas tree in the empty garden a few doors down from us. I jumped on the chance to grab it and hack up it’s still leafy corpse for dark and macabre magical purposes….

…..Ok, I admit, it’s a less nefarious story than I make out, but, it is to use in an ancient form of augury: fire scrying.

There’s a video link at the bottom of this blog post, but I’ll outline the basics here for those who prefer reading to simply watching.

Fire scrying is an easy form of divination that many people start to do accidentally while meditating by candlelight, or, often, after having had too much to drink or smoke around a campfire.

In short it’s allowing the conscious mind to fade out and the subconscious to take hold of the shape and flow of smoke and flame.

The hardest part of this is trusting your intuition enough to form some prophecy or insight.

It’s important to remember that augury is as much about divining the nature of a matter in the present as it is about foretelling, and, that all that is foretold is only accurate until situations change. In other words foretelling is more about the most likely outcome, or the path of least resistance, than it is about absolutes set in stone.

I will do a more detailed video and post on the topic of fire scrying and several folklore traditions involving it, in the coming weeks, all being well.

For this post I wanted to discuss the reuse of a resource that many have access to at this time of year and a way to make the current covid19 enforced lockdown a touch more magical.

Many of today’s western pagan folk are raised in the somewhat secular and somewhat Christian parent culture and as such like to keep hold of traditions like that of the Christmas tree, often turned back in to the Yule tree, as was the origin of the tradition.

It’s a better choice to have a potted tree that can be planted out or reused in a bigger pot after it has served it’s purpose in the yuletide home. Yet, many trees are sold cut, or are neglected water wise, and ultimately they dry out in the Christmas home and are discarded. If you’re not giving your tree to a collection service that uses them to stabilise sand dunes etc then it’s a good idea to trim it up for a ritual fire.

While in the home the tree gives up it’s life to serve the family, in doing so it inevitably absorbs some of the family energies. This gives it a strong links to those ot has been essentially sacrificed for and as such it becomes useful for family/household augury.

The foliage, cut to around 6 inch (15cm) lengths, can be a useful tool when applied to flame or hot coals.

As said above, the trees often dry out significantly in our centrally heated homes, but, once trimmed to length and left in a dry place to further dehydrate, the foliage will go up like tinder by the time Imbolc roles around.

Fir, pine and spruce are often bunched together when it comes to their ascribed magical attributes. Those attributes being that, as evergreens, they hold a place of balance, a benchmark pointing the here and now. Climbing them can give us a glimpse of the permanent, or, allows us to look forward, around and behind with eyes unfettered by hope and fear that linger in our present.

They are also resin rich and, once dry, they become a pyromanic’s wet dream. They burst in to noisy flames that crackle, pop, hiss and writhe. In the days of candle light many trees have tried to matyr themselves by catch fire and scorching family homes. Modern LED lights don’t cause such traumatic yuletide memories anywhere near as often, or as brutally.

Tonight, the 13th January, marks 19 days before Imbolc and the ‘coming of Bride’, or the return of the power of Bridgit.

Bridgid, as goddess and saint, has a lot of strings to her bow, but one of the most potent is that associated with fire and the forge. Flame marks the return of the green living fire of Spring and the first of the birthing of the year’s lambs.

In tradition Bridgid has a sacred flame and that is tended by 19 priestesses. This is one of the factors that leads some of her followers to hold a 19 day vigil or devotional that culminates with Imbolc.

There are numerous traditional practices for those who celebrate Imbolc and Bridgid’s strength returning. Fire is involved in many of these. I plan to do more blogs around these traditions in coming days.

How to get scrying….

* Trim your bushy beast (ahem) of a tree and leave to dry if it’s still too flexible. Brittle leaves indicate a greater dryness.

* Light a fire in your woodburner or a safe fire pit/chimenea/barbecue and allow a decent ember bed or bed of hot coals to develop. Cast a circle or create sacred space if you wish.

* Call upon Bridgid to bless your fire and grant it the power to offer prophecy and augury.

* Once the flames have stopped, but the embers are still hot use a poker or stick to level the embers and ashes, thereby removing the mounded hot spots.

* Cast your trimmings upon the embers and, while they smoke, let your mind ease in to a trance like state. Ask your questions, if you have any defined. Be concise but clear if you want a clearer answer.

* Watch the smoke dance, note where the fire first catches, see the movement of flames and the shapes and stories they tell. Watch how the embers fall or move. Listen to the fire and your intuition. Find meaning here.

* If nothing jumps out at you then try again.

* Importantly, try not to soil yourself if the flames arrive with a sudden roar! It really distracts from the mystical act of divination.

Sometimes filming a fire and rewatching it makes themes more noticeable, but, herein lies danger. Our minds are pattern seeking by their ape nature, and, the ability to pause or watch something again enables us to recognise more patterns. It’s therefore far better to be in the moment rather than to enable our minds to trick us in to seeing meaning that isn’t teally there in the ink stain, if you will.

Watch the video here