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St. Brigid’s Day

I am not a religious person.  I wouldn’t put myself in that odd “spiritual, but not religious” group.  I guess, I just don’t faith in anything anymore.  But today is St Brigid’s Day.  For the Celts this was also known as Imbolc, and for some reason, the first day of spring.  Seems a bit early for spring to me.  I guess they were wishing for spring like weather.

Brigid was, before the early Roman Christians subverted her into a saint, worshiped as a goddess by the Celtic people.  I’m not going to get into the history of Brigid, either as a goddess or a Christian saint.  But from what I’ve read, she must have enjoyed her beer.  There is a wonderful story of how she turned water into beer.  And for me personally, that’s much better than turning anything into wine.  The only thing better would have been turning the water into a nice malt whisky.  But that’s not how the story goes.

The story goes that one day, while working in a leper colony, she discovered to her horror that they had run out of beer.

It’s important to understand that in those times, centuries ago, beer was consumed on a daily basis as a source of hydration and nourishment.

In any case, back in those times many of the water sources close to villages and towns were often polluted to the point where consumption would likely result in illness or, worse still, death.

Alcohol offered an (almost) germ free alternative and was almost as good as any meal of the era.

So, to be faced with a beer drought was nothing short of disastrous.

Not that it mattered all that much to St Brigid.

Channeling a little divine intervention, she answered the prayers of the thirsty lepers under her charge by turning the water they used to bathe into not just any beer, but a genuinely brilliant beer that was enjoyed by one and all.

Her water-based exploits don’t end there either.

Another part of the legend says St Brigid also succeeded in turning dirty bathwater into beer for the clerics visiting the leper colony where she was based.

There’s even a tale of her supplying some eighteen churches with enough beer to last from Holy Thursday through to the end of Easter despite only having one barrel to her name.

Whether fact or fiction, one thing appears undeniable: St Brigid liked beer.

In any case, her legend lives on through St Brigid’s Day and literature like the famous 10th century poem that speaks of her efforts in giving “a lake of beer to God.” Amen to that.

https://www.irishpost.com/news/story-st-brigid-turned-bathwater-beer-178498

Beat that (Saint) Patrick.

And here’s the poem the above post mentioned.  I would also like to point out that wifey posted this poem many years ago over on FarceBook, I mean Facebook, and a shit storm followed.  Several folks of a much more conservative religious view than ours took much umbrage at the mention of beer and god in the same article.

It would appear that these folks didn’t seem to understand that in the 10th century or so, when the poem is said to have written, the water wasn’t fit to drink as the post quoted above mentions.  Some folks just don’t get it.  </sigh>

 I'd like to give a lake of beer to God.
 I'd love the heavenly
 Host to be tippling there
 For all eternity.
  
 I'd love the men of Heaven to live with me,
 To dance and sing.
 If they wanted, I'd put at their disposal
 Vats of suffering.
  
 White cups of love I'd give them
 With a heart and a half;
 Sweet pitchers of mercy I'd offer
 To every man.
  
 I'd make Heaven a cheerful spot
 Because the happy heart is true.
 I'd make the men contented for their own sake.
 I'd like Jesus to love me too.
  
 I'd like the people of heaven to gather
 From all the parishes around.
 I'd give a special welcome to the women,
 The three Mary’s of great renown.
  
 I'd sit with the men, the women and God
 There by the lake of beer.
 We'd be drinking good health forever
 And every drop would be a prayer.

A blessed Imbolc to everyone!

Peace,
B

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Ginger And Nutmeg! – Week Four

This is the final week for Ginger and Nutmeg for 2020. Let’s see how they decided to end this very difficult year.

After Ginger getting Nutty’s leg messed up and Nutty getting revenge by having the Lego guys carry Ginger off to who knows where, it looks like they made up. Tea on Sunday!

Tea and cookies (or is it biscuits?). I would think that Santa would be a bit peeved if they came back mad at each other.

I guess they were (sugar) plum tucked out. They spent all of Monday napping in the dollhouse.

You would think that those lights would make it difficult to sleep.

Then, by Tuesday all they had the energy for was reading! Either these elves are getting lazy, or just bored!

Getting ready for the big night?

Wednesday find them counting presents. I do have to wonder why they were only counting presents for the girls and not the rest of the family. I guess we don’t rate!

I guess the rest of us are chopped liver!

It’s Christmas Eve! They have to go back tomorrow morning, but first they have a present for the girls. Again, where are the goodies for the rest of the family??? I think it’s time to complain to Santa!

There better be something under that tree for somebody else.

Well, they were supposed to go back in the morning before anybody was up. Not surprisingly, they didn’t. Instead they hung out in the tree waiting for the girls.

These elves don’t follow any of the rules!

And that’s a wrap for 2020. Ginger and Nutmeg have traversed the mycelium network back to the North Pole. They will hopefully return to us next December.

Peace,
B

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Ginger And Nutmeg! – Week Three

It’s week three with these crazy elves! We left Ginger and Nutty after they tried their hand at bungy jumping into the Christmas village on Friday. Saturday we saw that poor Nutty was in a wheelchair from an injury from that ill planned event.

Sunday morning, find Nutty still in the wheelchair, but he’s ever the trooper and is helping Ginger build snowmen with doughnuts.

I hope Santa can heal poor Nutty quickly!

Things got a bit… personal Monday morning. It would appear that I was the object of the “trix” that the elves played.

I feel honored, they painted my toenails while I was sleeping! Not very neatly though…

I guess since they tried to go with Taco Tuesday last week, the elves decided to play games this week. Pin The Nose On Rudolph!

Is this what they mean by “Reindeer Games”?

Wednesday caught me by surprise. I spend a lot of time, and I do mean A LOT of time working on my family tree. In fact, I even have a blog about my genealogy (the link is down below). So it would seem that Ginger and Nutty have been watching me. No, that’s creepy at all!

Think I need to change some passwords.

And what do big sisters do to little brothers when they’re sleeping? Why put makeup on them, of course! Anybody hear Gilligan saying “You can’t make me, you can’t make me” in their head right now?

Something tells me that Nutty is not going to be happy about this.

I’m not one to say “I told you so”, but I did mention that Nutty would not be happy about getting hurt bungy jumping into the village nor when Ginger made his face up. It would seem that Nutty got together with the Lego characters to give Ginger the “Gulliver” treatment. Too obscure?

Long live the Lilliputians!!

Finally on Saturday, the elves decided to play games, just by themselves this time. Kit-Kat Jenga FTW!!

No worries, I’ll eat the evidence!

And thus ends week three. There ain’t no telling just what these naughty elves will be up to next week. See you next Saturday, same elf time, same elf channel!

Peace,
B

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