The Story of Brighid

This is the story of Brighid as told to me years ago in a ritual to her. It is here in the telling of this story and in the ritual that followed thereafter that I found my path.

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Centuries ago, the people of Ireland discovered a special place in what is now known as Kildare, which in Irish is Cill Dara: the Church of the Oak. In this sacred landscape there was a natural spring and many great oak trees grew around it. The folk began to gather there and found that the spring had healing properties. Here they made offerings, meditated, prayed and found comfort. Eventually it became a site sacred to the Celtic goddess Brighid.


Legend says that one day a priestess, or Druid, was given a vision by the goddess Brighid while meditating beside the spring. Inspired by her vision, she gathered around her a group of women and together they built a small, stone temple. Within this temple they lit the sacred flame of Brighid. This flame was never permitted to go out. Each priestess took her turn to keep vigil over the flame and tend it carefully. Together the women also planted beautiful gardens of healing herbs and sacred flowers. They kept clean the waters of the spring and built around it a scared well. They ministered to the pilgrims who traveled to Kildare for generations.


In the 6th century Christianity came to Kildare. Missionaries on a quest to convert the people of Ireland arrived at the temple and demanded that the priestesses atone for their sins. The women stood steadfast against those who would harm the sacred flame of their goddess. Bravely blocking the doorway to the temple and guarding the flame with their own bodies. Though fierce in their defense of the flame, they were overwhelmed and dragged from the temple. It is said that they died fighting to protect that which had not been extinguished for hundreds of years.
The fire was put out. The walls and roof of the temple pulled down. The gardens were destroyed and the waters of the sacred well fouled.


In place of the old temple was built a monastery. A nun who took up the name Brighid helped to establish the monastery, bringing other nuns with her to the new building. Together they replanted the gardens. Together they cleaned the scared well. Under Brighid’s guidance, a new flame was lit in the chapel of the monastery. She and her nuns tended the flame and kept vigil over it, dedicating it to their Lord God. Brighid performed many miracles through her long life and after her death, her story became mixed up with the myths of the goddess whose name she shared. Brighid was declared a saint by the Catholic church and for generations, the nuns of St. Brighid tended her flame. Over the centuries, attempts were made by church officials to douse the flame, but none prevailed. In the 13th century a new Cathedral was built and the flame was moved there.


In the 16th century the Reformation came to Kildare. The newly reformed Church did not approve of Catholic practices that were clearly inspired by pagan folk traditions. Men were sent to the monastery and they demanded that the nuns forsake their ways. The Brigidine Sisters stood steadfast against those who would harm the sacred flame. Bravely blocking the doorway to the cathedral and guarding the flame with their own bodies. Though fierce in their defense of the flame, they were overwhelmed and dragged from the cathedral. It is said that they died fighting to protect that which had not been extinguished for hundreds of years.
The fire was put out. The cathedral and monastery stripped of all its wealth. The gardens were destroyed and the waters of the sacred well fouled.


Some 200 years later, in the 18th century, the monastery and the cathedral were rebuilt. The Brigidine Sisters returned to Kildare. They replanted the gardens, cleaned the well, put up new statues of St. Brigid and made the place holy once again. During the reclaiming and rebuilding of the site, the old, original pagan temple was discovered. It is now referred to as the Fire Temple. Its foundation has been restored and it can be visited, being slightly behind the new cathedral. In 1993 the Eternal Flame of Brighid was relit, both in the cathedral and in the town square of Kildare.


The Brigidine Sisters are unique in the fact that they acknowledge both goddess and saint in Brighid and in her flame. They also allow people of any faith to visit and to take a “piece” of Brghid’s flame with them. Many people come to Kildare and light a candle from the flame. They then trap the flame within the candle when it is snuffed so that they can carry it with them. So that Brighid’s flame can never truly be put out again. Many groups also hold vigil over the Flame according to their own tradition, be they Christian or Pagan.


Today all over the world, Pagans and Christians alike tend the flame of Brighid. Candles of every description sit upon mantle pieces, above modern stoves, on altars, in dorm rooms and apartments. The flame has spread to the four corners of the Earth. With so many keepers of the flame pledged to protect her fire, Brighid’s flame can never again be extinguished. Each Imbolg thousands of flames are lit all over the world.


We learn many important lessons from the story of Brighid’s flame:

From this we learn that we are not alone. We can light the flame and connect with the many other keepers of the flame. Even in our darkest hours, we can light the flame and be part of a history that spans millennia. We all are part of a great myth, the act of a goddess that is still in motion. A story that has not finished, a story that may never end.


From this we learn courage and to stand up for what we believe in. To defend that which we hold most dear. But we also must choose our battles wisely, while the sacred flame of Brighid was worth dying for, not all things are.

From this we learn to never give up hope … but also to be flexible and accepting of change. Metamorphosis is a part of life and all things grow, adapt and change with time. What remains is the inspiration we receive from the divine in all it’s forms.


From this we learn that history will inevitably repeat itself, especially when those with power do not accept the lessons that the past can teach us. Always we must move forward, but also look back upon that which has come before.

From this we learn perseverance. We learn the power of goddess, woman and saint. The strength of the divine cannot be extinguished by mere mortal men. That which is most sacred will rise again.


From this we learn tolerance and hope for the future. Progress towards a greater understanding of different paths can be achieved. We learn to offer the olive branch and keep an open mind.

From this we learn to always seek the sacred. To look for places that gives us comfort. When life gets crazy, we all need somewhere that offers us solace, a chance to reflect upon the divine and to silence a racing mind. We must make the time to nourish our souls and grow as spiritual beings.


From this we learn that there will not always be an established temple and sisterhood waiting to embrace us with open arms. But within each of us is the strength and skill to seek out and surround ourselves with like minded people. And together, build something that will create warmth, light, joy and healing for all.


From this we learn the fortitude of womanhood. The power and strength that can be found in every woman’s determined heart. With this strength, passed on from generation to generation, nothing can stop us. Not men on horses. Not a new religion. Not the threat of rape and murder. Not the darkness of a flame snuffed out or a temple destroyed. Always, we will rise from the ashes.

Dedication to Brigid

Years ago I had the opportunity to do an opening ritual for a one night event. I had planned on a full on ritual to Brigid, my patron saint. The mother of my chosen Pagan path. I had planned on a full ritual for this opening with proper corners being called, and a full proper invocation to request her to join us on that evening. This event was happening on Pagan owned land and it led into a large scale 5 day Pagan event. I was not allowed to do the full on ritual. The event co-ordinators of the one small scale one night event felt it was to “pagan” and because I was a solo practitioner and not a full recognized “priest” on a Wiccan path or part of the ADF that I should not do a full ritual for fear that I might insult those on those paths. Since that event I have spoken to many people and their response has always been there is no 100 percent correct way to do this, and for the most part there may be some scripting but a lot of times there is a lot of adlibbing and I should have done what I wanted to do. Heck I even had a custom robe made for this one night just so I could be in the right frame of mind.

For this night we had myself plus two other fire keepers, neither of whom had partaken in performing a ritual, I asked one to speak on the healing aspects of Brig, the other to speak on the Smith craft of Brig, and I spoke on the hearth/fire aspect. The fire pit where the ritual took place is approximately 15 feet in diameter. Each fire keeper had his own fire within that pit to tend to. So three separate fires that at the conclusion of my portion were brought to one fire.

SO here is my portion of this ritual that was approved, I was the last to speak and unfortunately do not have the words spoken by the other keepers as they winged it. I wrote mine down.

Brigid Bright goddess who is three within one.

Brigid the healer, Brigid the Smith, Brigid keeper of the Sacred Flame

You were born with the blaze of the morning sun, Flame from Sky to Earth. Arrow bright

Brigid of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Daughter of Dagda, Mother of Ruadán. Tonite we choose to honor you as we celebrate and gather round these fires and bring the three to one. As you are one, The tribe to is one.

Myth of Ratatoskr

This is a myth of Ratatoskr. For the uninitiated he is the squirrel who runs up and down the world tree Yggdrasil to carry messages between the eagle perched atop Yggdrasil, and the serpent Níðhöggr who dwells beneath one of the three roots of the tree.

This myth does not appear in the Poetic Edda, it like many myths are told mostly by bards. Past down verbally and embellished by each teller as the story gets told again and again. The first time I heard it was at a gathering known as Hail And Horn at Ravens Knoll some time between 2013 and 2015. I credit it to a young man by the name of Scott if my memory serves me correctly. And now on to the story.

Ratatoskr as we do know from the Eddas is a squirrel. He runs up and down Yggdrasil carrying messages between the Eagle perched upon its top, and the serpent Níðhöggr who resides beneath. Ratatoskr would get very hungry and constantly would be gathering food as he ran up and down Yggdrasil. When he reached the top of the tree to deliver messages or latest barb to the eagle from Níðhöggr he would have to open his mouth to speak and in doing so would drop all the acorns and such he had gathered on his way up. These would fall and invariably drop on some unsuspecting travelers head. Ratatoskr would try to apologize but in his excited state all that would come out of his mouth would be chittering. This as you could imagine would be returned by yelling and things being thrown back at poor Ratatoskr by the passersby. Ratatoskr would receive messages from the eagle and begin is trip back down the tree again gathering food as he went. Sometimes his mouth would be full so he would just knock acorns and the like on to the ground and again these would sometimes hit people. He would try to apologize but again with his mouth full all that came out of it would be the contents of his cheeks, and more chittering.

When Ratatoskr reached the ground he would try to gather up what he had dropped, and stash the food in the nearest hole. Usually these holes were Dwarf Mines. He would have so many pine cones, acorns and other seeds he would some times fill these holes to capacity. This would infuriate the Dwarves. As sometimes they would get trapped in the mines under tonnes of seeds, or their mines would be so full they would have to dig them out again so they could resume work. This might seem trivial but all this having to redo work that was all ready done meant the dwarves were delayed in other tasks, such as making weapons, jewelry and the like for the Gods and the realm of man. So now the Gods were furious because they were not getting their trinkets.

In the mean time Ratatoskr would deliver the messages from the eagle to Níðhöggr and the whole process would repeat. If your wondering why the squirrel did this to begin with it may have something to do with an agreement between the eagle and Níðhöggr that allowed Ratatoskr to travel up and down Yggdrasil and not be eaten as he reached the top or the bottom.

So at this point we have the realm of man, and the Aesir, and the Vanir and many others furious with this poor squirrel. They would chase him with brooms, throw rocks at him, empty out his caches of food. So now is he not only running up and down all day to gather food, exchanging messages so he does not get eaten he is having to run for his life to. Well one day he decided to stop and stop he did. The 9 realms rejoiced no longer did they have this insidious fury little creature acosting them on their walks. No longer did the dwarves have to dig themselves out of their holes and dig new ones to get back to their mining. Every one started to get their bobbles and weapons when they were supposed to. Things we great.

The seasons passed, Winter, spring etc. For two passings of the seasons no one saw Ratatoskr and no one cared. Then things started to happen. You see few new trees, few new strawberries and the like were appearing. The forest creatures were now starving because no new plants were growing. The spring rains came and there were mud slides and flooding the likes of which the 9 realms had ever seen. Yggdrasil was heavily laden with seeds, the ground at its roots softened and eroded by flooding. The dwarven mines were pools.

The eagle would perch upon the top of Yggdrasil and Yggdrasil would shake. Níðhöggr would coil around the base of Yggdrasil to try hold it steady but in doing so would clamp around it so tightly that Yggdrasil began to starve for water. Yggdrasil was dying. The eagle would begin to flap his great wings as he held tightly to Yggdrasils top in his attempt to hold Yggdrasil upright. The winds from his flapping were causing remaining trees to topple. No one in the 9 realms understood what was happening and blamed each of the other realms for the current state of affairs. Ragnarok was coming.

The Aesir gathered in preparation they believed as others that Ragnarok had arrived. They went to Odin, all father, the All Knowing and pleaded with him to do something. Yggdrasil is dying they said, the animals are starving, we have nothing to hunt, we cannot gather food. We have no weapons because the dwarves cannot get into their mines. All the realms are hurting.

Odin looked around and he saw the devastation, he travelled the 9 realms and it was the same every where. On his travels he realized something was missing but could not quite figure out what. He went to Yggdrasil and indeed it was dying. He could feel Níðhöggr straining to hold up the great tree, he could see the eagle perched upon its top flapping his wings his attempt to hold the tree upright. Where was Ratatoskr?

Odin sat at the base of Yggdrasil for a day, no Ratatoskr, he sat there for a week, no Ratatoskr. After two weeks he stood up and went to the Aesir and asked if anyone has seen the squirrel and they all replied they had not. But they all had replied they were happy that he was gone. Again he went to the dwarves and asked the same and the response was the same.

Odin asked the eagle and Níðhöggr when they last saw Ratatoskr and their response was we have not seen him for two passing’s of the seasons. It was then Odin realized what was going on. He put out a call to the 9 realms to have Ratatoskr found. Nearly a month went by and indeed it looked like Ragnarok had arrived but finally Ratatoskr was found. Odin went to him and asked why he went away.

Ratatoskr recanted his story, he was tired of being chased, being yelled at, having stones thrown at him, having his food caches destroyed. He was tired of running up and down the tree all day and being loathed by the all the realms. But mostly he was tired and hungry and just wanted to sleep and eat. Odin looked at him and apologized to Ratatoskr. Odin explained to Ratatoskr that the 9 realms cannot survive without him. For even though Ratatoskr was small he did many important jobs that seemed insignificant on the surface, but overall they have a major impact on the welfare of the the 9 worlds. Odin then went on to say he will speak to the dwarves, and all the realms and explain that they need to be kind to Ratatoskr for without him the end would come. Ratatoskr agreed to go back to work, as he truly did miss it. The realms grumbled but the eagle and Níðhöggr were happy they could have their fun poking at each other again, and pass other messages about. The realms slowly returned to normal, Food was plentiful for all. The world tree recovered.

SO the Next time you see a squirrel… Be patient be understanding. For without him Ragnarok will come.

The earth the air the fire the water

The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
Ae, ae, ae, ae aio, aio, aio, aio ae, ae, ae, ae
Aio, aio, aio, aio
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
Ae, ae, ae, ae aio, aio, aio, aio ae, ae, ae, ae
Aio, aio, aio, aio
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
Ae, ae, ae, ae aio, aio, aio, aio ae, ae, ae, ae
Aio, aio, aio, aio
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
Ae, ae, ae, ae aio, aio, aio, aio ae, ae, ae, ae
Aio, aio, aio, aio

We won’t wait any longer

Chorus
We won’t wait any longer, we are stronger than before
We won’t wait any longer, we are stronger

We have trusted no man’s promise
We have kept just to ourselves
We have suffered from the lies
In all the books upon your shelves
And our patience and endurance
Through the Burning Times and now
Have given us the strength to keep our vow (chorus)

You have grazed away the heather
And have razed the sacred grove
You have driven native people
From the places that they love
Though your greed has been unbounded
You have felt the pangs of shame
Every time you trod upon the Mother’s name (chorus)

Though you thought you had destroyed the memory of the Ancient Ways
Still the people light the bale fires every year on Solstice Day
And on Beltaine Eve and Samhain, you can find us on the hill
Invoking once again the Triple Will (chorus)

Through the ages many races have risen and have gone
But dispersed among the nations of the world we linger on
Now the time has come to take the sacred Cauldron of Rebirth
And fulfill our ancient pledges to the Earth (chorus 2x)

We are stronger

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EolQROHpg0Y

Spirituality of Fire Keeping

This is a subject that I started writing on 3 plus years ago in hopes of doing a workshop/weekend dedicated to Fire Keeping, its spirituality of it, and some histrionics of the subject of fire and its importance to Mankind and the like.

These are my personal notes and research. Some may be inaccurate, but this was a work in progress and never completed. I will do this page-by-page transcribing on a semi-regular basis. Feedback is always welcome, and so we begin with page one.
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Preface

Any person is indeed capable of tending a fire, whether it be large or small. Humankind has used fire for many purposes, to keep themselves warm, to keep away predators, to cook food, and to bring light to the shadows of the night. The reasons are as myriad as the stars in the skies.

Today I wish to touch on the spirituality of fire, the art, and the stagecraft of the sacred fire. For myself, fire keeping is very much a blending of the two. Fire is Sacred; it is a gift. When Chro-magnon man figured out how to use iron pyrite and flint to create a spark and from that spark make fire, the hearth quickly became the central gathering place of the tribe.

Creating fire was probably one of the first feats of Magik performed by Mankind. The Firekeeper/maker was revered and highly esteemed, for he could keep the tribe warm and safe. He was just as crucial as the Hunter. Some may even say more so.

Fire Keepers are considered to be some of the first Shamans. The fire was sacred; it was entrusted to someone believed to have a direct line to the Gods. Fire as an element was considered to be very picky and powerful. One did not provoke the fire spirit or the Fire Keeper, for without fire, the tribe suffered. In some cases, a fire was used as a show of non-aggression to other tribes, wherein fire could be gifted to another tribe. It was also used in some sense as currency, and through its gif,t it could be used to obtain things from other groups, and ye,s it was also fought for and stolen.

Now let’s get back to the “first Shamans” part. As with all things creating fire requires skill and knowledge. Knowledge of what materials could be used to create sparks, where to find these materials, plus the ability to keep these safe. Again the same thing would apply to Tinder and fuel to keep the fire going.

Why did the ability to create fire elevate an otherwise average person to the status of “Shaman?”

Well, let us look at how the fire occurred in nature. Lightning striking the ground can cause a fire. The bright flash of light, accompanied by a thunderous boom, could set a tree or the ground ablaze. Volcanoes erupting, sending volleys of molten lava flying through the air, and rivers of liquid fire rolling downhill, would set things ablaze. In addition, volcanoes erupt toxic gases and ash that could kill and disfigure. Early man, to understand these things, oft attributed them to unseen gods. So it was not a far stretch in early man to believe that any person who could create and contain fire had some link to those unknown gods. Hence he must have been given these powers of nature by these gods.

Since the fire was believed to have originated with the gods and the fire keeper a divine person, it was not long after that fire was used ritualistically to communicate to these gods. Hence the hearth became an altar to the gods simply because it was observed that the smoke, sparks, and ashes would rise up to the skies and, indeed, to the gods themselves. Since objects such as meats or other foods would be consumed by fire, it was believed they went straight to the gods too.

Before man could create fire, he had to learn to capture it by taking advantage of these natural acts. In catching fire, man began to learn how to control his environment. As stated previously, fire became essential to the tribe’s survival. The darkness of the night became less scary and less dangerous. Fire provided not only heat and a way to cook food but also light and kept predators at bay. Some believed that fire also inspired and facilitated early cave paintings. The charcoal from the fire became a writing implement.


I have had many conversations with elders in the Pagan community on fire; those conversations left me dumbstruck. Some elders do not grasp the importance of fire in gatherings; they seem not to understand how fire lends to the overall wholeness of a group or ritual. I personally have filled the role of Fire Keeper since around 2011. At first, doing simple things like tending campfires in the evenings. The warmth of those fires allowed the community to congregate, relax, and unwind. It is at these fires the drums and guitars come out. Storytellers regaled us with stories of past and present times and retold the stories of Gods and men. It is here as well the dancers would get up and dance around the fire accompanied by the drums, as mentioned above, and other instruments. Here, laughter and tears were shared, ideas were born, futures were decided, and the past was learned from.

As time went on and the years passed, I sought my place within the Pagan community. On several occasions, I thought I had it figured out; Druidry and Heathenism seemed to fit, but only loosely. These sorts of work my ancestry but left me wanting. They also did not fit my preconceptions. Meanwhile, I still tended fires, added little knowledge along the way, and began developing my style and fire-keeping craft. Little did I realize the community showed me my path as I plodded along obliviously. I watched, learned, and paid attention to other firekeepers. Soon fire keeping became more than just throwing another log on the fire, but still, I was oblivious. Fire keeping was becoming an art, and I began developing a bit of showmanship. Absorbing bits and pieces bits of lore along the way. As I sat and wrote and researched the subject of fire keeping and spirituality, I was amazed to find not much out there. I could find plenty on drumming and dancing the sacred fire but not much on the aspect of the fire or the fire keeper and their lore. The lore of the Firekeeper seems to be as elusive as that of the Druids of old, or perhaps it is passed on verbally and never recorded in the written word save maybe in personal notes. I found scattered bits mentioned only in passing but nothing in abundance in one place. So I shall begin with what I know, what I believe.

The Art of Fire

So I shall begin with what I know and believe. The art of fire keeping starts long before the fire is lit, with the intent of the fire being a determining factor in preparation. First, One must know the fire’s purpose; is it just being used for warmth? Are you using it to cook food? Is it being used for light for storytelling or the focal point of a drum circle or ritual?

Why is it important to know these things? The reasons are many. The wood you might use for a cooking fire might be maple or oak; you may add hickory to provide flavor. You would not want to use poplar, elm, or cedar as these might give unsavory results. You also may need to dig a pit if you wish to pit cook your food and need to find a suitable pit location. I have seen that Sandy dampish-to-dry soil works best for pit cooking. I will touch on pit cooking and cooking fires later.

For general warming fires, you can almost use any dry wood as it burns well. But I would advise against elm; I have never found the smoke it produces to have an alluring scent. I have also found balancing hardwoods and softwoods works best. Too much pine and you have embers flying out of the fire, potentially landing on people, and it burns very fast; adding cedar can sometimes keep bugs at bay, but again, it too likes to spit out embers. Birch is lovely to add a little brightness but can produce a lot of smoke as the bark burns off. Hardwoods such as oak, maple, ash, and basswood are good for adding longevity to your fire as they tend to burn slower and provide a good bed of coals if someone makes a snack of marshmallows, smores, or hot dogs. Cedar and Pine are often used in ritual fires. Cedar is believed to be a purifying wood. It is believed that its rising smoke can convey messages to the gods, and its aromatic smoke also is good for keeping bugs at bay.

Warming fires generally are less artsy and require less thought. But you can still make the attendees ooohhh and ahh with the simple little things by placing a hollow log in the middle of your fire, and it will act like a chimney drawing flames inward and smoke up through its center, like the image below.

I have done the above on a few occasions. The effect is rather neat and can last for a few hours depending on how dry the wood is; its size will also have a factor. You can vary this and build a fire in the center, but add a few vent/breather holes in the side of the log so your fire gets air. It takes practice, and you probably will never get the same result twice. The above has been referred to as a Swedish fire log. You can use the top as a cooking surface if done correctly.

But the fire is more than just a means for cooking or providing warmth. The spiritual aspect of fire cannot be ignored. Fire is a symbol of transformation and purification. It is believed that burning wood can release trapped energy and emotions, helping to purify oneself and the surrounding environment. Fire is also believed to be a messenger to the gods, allowing one to communicate and ask for guidance or blessings.

The role of the fire keeper is, therefore, not just to tend to the physical fire but also to tend to the spiritual energy that the fire creates. The Firekeeper must be aware of the energy of the space and ensure that it remains clean and pure. They must also be mindful of the attendees’ energy and help facilitate transformation and purification by guiding them through the fire’s energy.

The art of fire keeping involves the physical aspects of tending the fire and the spiritual aspects of working with the fire’s energy. The fire keeper must understand the fire’s intentions and the power it creates and use that to facilitate transformation and healing for themselves and those around them. It truly is an art form that requires attention, focus, and knowledge.

From its origins as a tool for survival to its central role in our spiritual beliefs. Fire keeping requires physical and spiritual preparation, with the knowledge of wood selection, fire implementation, and the awareness of energy and intentions. By embracing the art of fire keeping, we can connect more deeply with our spirituality and harness the transformational power of fire.

As we tend to the flame, we must remember the sacredness of fire and the responsibility that comes with it. We must honor the traditions of our ancestors, who saw fire as a gift from the gods. By understanding the art of fire keeping, we can cultivate a deeper connection with ourselves, others, and the divine. Let us tend to the fire with respect and gratitude; in doing so, may we transform ourselves and our communities for the better.

In conclusion, fire keeping is much more than just tending a flame. It is an art form, a spiritual practice, and a way of connecting with ourselves and the divine. The role of the fire keeper is that of a facilitator, one who guides the attendees through the energy of the fire and helps them to transform and purify. By understanding fire’s physical and spiritual aspects, we can cultivate a deeper connection with our spirituality and create a space of transformation and healing. Let us honor the sacredness of fire and the traditions of our ancestors as we tend to the flame.