Brigid: The Irish Goddess and Saint of Kildare
A goddess of poets, a saint of Kildare, and a fire that burned for centuries. Who Brigid was, and why the two are so hard to tell apart.
How the old gods took Ireland, lost it to the Gaels, and kept the half of the country that lies below ground.
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A goddess of poets, a saint of Kildare, and a fire that burned for centuries. Who Brigid was, and why the two are so hard to tell apart.
She washes at the river on Samhain, fights as an eel, a wolf, and a heifer, and waits on a hero’s shoulder at his death. Meet Ireland’s Phantom Queen.
A stone woman looking out to sea, a lament for lost youth, and hills built from an apron full of rocks. The Cailleach, Ireland’s ancient hag of winter.
A giant dragging a club that carves boundary ditches, eating a pit of porridge with a ladle big enough for two. The Dagda, father of the Irish gods.
A stranger at the gates of Tara who could do everything, and a sling stone that pierced the evil eye. Lugh, the brilliant young god of the Tuatha Dé Danann.
A god driving a chariot over the waves, a cloak that parts lovers forever, and a cup that breaks at a lie. Manannán mac Lir, lord of the sea and the Otherworld.
A stone that shouted for the true king, a spear that never lost, a sword no one escaped, and a cauldron that never emptied. The four treasures the gods brought to Ireland.
How the old gods took Ireland, lost it to the Gaels, and kept the half of the country that lies below ground.
The Dagda, Lugh, the Morrígan and the rest of the Tuatha Dé Danann, and why they were never written down as a pantheon.