The Cosmic Balance
Two weeks ago, I sent a St. Brigid's cross to my sick step-father in Australia along with the strip of cloth that was blessed by Brigid at our Imbolc ceremony. When I spoke to my mum after posting the cross, she told me that he had suddenly begun to improve in health and no longer seemed to be suffering from the life-threatening pneumonia that had plagued him since last year. This seems completely miraculous. After three and a half months of getting sicker and sicker, he begins to heal. I have no doubts of Brigid's powers now. First my beloved's sickness was cured and now this. Yet, two days ago the most awful news came, that my beloved pusscat back in Australia had suddently died of septicemia. She was only four years old.

While I was driving along the NJ turnpike last night, weeping and gurgling I felt like my baby had been taken from me as payment for helping the health of my beloved and my step-dad. I felt as though the cosmic balance of life and death had to be repaid. It was so sad and so illuminating at the same time. Just as I was thinking this, a truck pulled in front of me with a huge painted tree on the back that said 'Tree of Life' and a song came on the radio with the lyrics about being superstitious and reading the signs. I realized that whilst Brigid had healed, the death goddess takes away. I'm not sure if Sirona is part of this, but perhaps she is if we return to the light when we die. Sirona certainly knows the way there. I wonder whether Rhiannon is involved in this? I feel as though she might be. I sort of smiled through my tears and tried to comprehend the message I was getting. Clearly this is part of life. This terrible, aching sadness is part of life. But, golly it is hard to deal with.