St Brigid
Traditionally, Irish people regard today, 1 February, the feast of Saint Brigid of Kildare as the first day of Spring. There is a snap of bitter cold weather across the country, with snow in some places and low temperatures that have occasionally dropped below zero at night time in the past week or two.
But weather like this also has its beauties and its benefits. Some nights over the past week, the sky has been clear with few clouds, a beautiful full moon on Thursday lingered for a night or two, and I noticed at the weekend how the first daffodils pushed through in the Rectory gardens in Askeaton.
Over the past four years, I have rediscovered the joys of living in an area where low light pollution opens up a night sky full of stars, and I am reminded of the saying that Irish people start using at this time of the year: ‘There’s a grand stretch in the evening.’
Saint Brigid is a much-neglected saint in the Church of Ireland, although she is one of the three patrons of Ireland, alongside Saint Patrick and Saint Columba, and she gives her name to Saint Brigid’s Cathedral, Kildare.
If that neglect of Saint Brigid in the Church of Ireland is a response to some of the ‘new age’ myths and fantasies that have been created around her life and story, then the Post-Communion prayer for today invites us ‘to lay aside all foolishness and to live and walk in the way of insight.’
In recent days, I have been working on a review for the Irish Theological Quarterly of a new book on the history of the parish records of Saint Bride’s Parish in Dublin. Last year, two of us marked Saint Brigid’s Day by seeking out and walking to Saint Brigid’s Well in a remote dale reached by muddy paths and trails across hilly fields near Kilcornan and Stonehall, east of Askeaton.
