Blogging continues. Last night I came across a site that I usually frequent, this time of year. In one of the posts, the tradition of picking a saint for a patron, for the new year, was posted. I forgot about doing that. But I did take advantage of that suggestion. Guess who I got.
St. Brigid of Ireland.
St. Brigid is one of Ireland's patron saints. Mine too, now. She is the patron saint of
|babies; blacksmiths; boatmen; brewers; cattle; chicken farmers; children whose parents are not married; children with abusive fathers; children born into abusive unions; Clan Douglas; dairymaids; dairy workers; fugitives; infants; Ireland; Leinster, mariners; midwives; milk maids; nuns; poets; poor; poultry farmers; poultry raisers; printing presses; sailors; scholars; travellers; watermen|
That must cover everybody and everything. Busy lady! I like her cross. The story goes that Brigid sat beside a sick man who was raving in the throes of a fever. Of course, she prayed. As he got better, she made a cross for him by scooping up the straw from the floor. And that's why the cross is so primitive looking. (I know. It looks like a swastika. I guess that's the best she could do with the time and material she had on hand.)
Anyway, go to the saint's name generator and get a patron for the new year. It's always nice to have a new friend.
As you can see, Brigid is a patron of those who need to feel they have a home, someone to come to, a hearth, to feel safe near, and a protectress to love. This prayer applies to all who need such a patroness.