I’d read about Brigid before, but only within the past few years. Since my knowledge of her was acquired during a rather stressful time in my life, my memories of what I’d read were sketchy, at best. What I remembered boiled down to this: The church convinced Celts that they had a St. Brigid in order to convert them (hmmm, sound familiar?) and twisted her mythology to suit their needs.
So today while I was painting this, I had no idea she was going to pop up in there, although I could feel someone’s head hovering around up at the top. It wasn’t until I got to her eyes that I knew it was her. I’d thought it was going be another portrait of Yemaya, the African orisha of the sea, due to all the yellow, but then I got to the eyes and just knew. Upon coming upstairs to write this post, I googled Brigid. You can look up the details yourself and see what resonates with you, but I was struck by the fact that her feast day is traditionally on Imbolc, which was yesterday (February 1st).
I kept hearing the word “erased” while I was painting. Erased from history, as so many women have been. Ask yourself, had you heard of Brigid (okay, well, many people who read this probably HAVE heard of Brigid due to the circles I run with)? How about Lucy Burns? Sybil Ludington? Rosalind Franklin? Brigid was a goddess, but the other three were human women who contributed greatly to society and deserved a lot more recognition than what they got, and, as in Franklin’s case, were shunted aside while men took credit for her work.
Our history school books are woefully unbalanced. They only tell half the story – the men’s half. I beg you, find a woman who deserves to have her story told and share it to the world. Even if you only tell one person, that’s one more person who’ll have heard her name.
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