My Vigil - expanded

Planned quiet evenings around here have a way of turning into insane hodge-podges of friends, dogs and rabbits. Despite all that, last night I managed to to sneak away and finish the Vigil, sending the flame on to its next home. This is the way it is in the lives of many women, small moments of peace and reverence in the midst of chaos of friends and fur. Lots of fur. What follows are my thoughts during that time.
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About twelve hours into my vigil, as it gets dark very, very late here on the Island. Tuesday is considered a particularly auspicious day for Jews, it is the day G-d created the Heavens, remarking "it is good" twice, and I mention this, because I began my vigil on Tuesday. I've been reading "Kaballah, A Love Story" by Rabbi Lawrence Kushner, which seems like an unusual choice for a Brighid Vigil. However, let me assure you - they have much in common.

( They both begin with a spark... )

x-posted to forgeandwell