The hag, or the cailleach as she is called in Scotland and Ireland, has been much in mind this past year. Partly this is because I am getting into stride with my own inner, physical and emotional, crone. But in the way that these things happen,the micro is just a reflection of the macro world. I am increasingly called to address the hag goddess and to evangelize acknowledging this dark side of the divine feminine.
I am reminded that everyone loves the springtime maiden aspect of Brighid. They revel in the bounty of the maternal Brighid. But little is written about the encounter with the fierce hag aspect of Brighid. The gloves are off with Her; She is well capable of giving you the proverbial Zen shove and bitch slap if She is ignored. Shortly before I turned fifty I cried out for Brighid to get me out of somewhere. In the manner of 'be careful for what you ask for' she complied. What came was a tidal wave of painful change, a demolition of my ego, a period of depression requiring medication, and a recalibration of everything I thought about loss and power. It transformed Everything. But it also set me on the path that I reckon She wanted me to take but that I had resisted. (The ego is often the enemy of our highest good.) I actually prefer the life that Brighid forged for me out of the ashes and pig iron leftovers, but the transformation was a scorcher. But, like the goddess Brighid herself in Ireland's culture, I survived.
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Oops, typo: "but had not know Her name of Cailleach" should have read "but had not know Her BY THE name of Cailleach until about a
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Bee, omg, once again, you and I seem to be thinking about similar stuff. Since your blog shares your experiences with Cailleach so