Wednesday was St. Brigit’s Day. After weeks of extreme cold, St. Brigit’s Day brought warm winds– thirty degrees felt balmy! I built a special fire in St. Brigit’s honor, adding a piece of the turf that Terry had given to us. As the smoke entered the night sky, I imagined that the smoke made its way to Cushendall.

SAINT OF THE FLAME
…she shall arise like a shining sun… — Lives of Saints, The Book of Lismore