A soft three hour sleep meditation for the particular exhaustion where the thing you used to love doing has gone quiet on you. A gentle female voice tells you how the sacred fire at Kildare was actually tended, which is not the way most people think, and then lets you fall asleep to hours of warm ambient sound. This one is for anyone who still turns up, is still good at it, and cannot feel anything about it any more. Start with her name, because it is not really a name. Old Irish Brigit goes back to an older Celtic word meaning the high one, the exalted one, from a root, brig, that means power, strength, authority and worth. Far away in the north of Britain the Romans recorded a goddess called Brigantia among a people called the Brigantes, and her name grows from that same root, though a shared root is not proof of a shared goddess and scholars are careful there. Almost everything we have about the goddess Brigid comes from one book, Cormac's Glossary, put together by Christian scholars in Ireland around the year nine hundred, centuries after Ireland became Christian. There is no pagan Irish text about her because there are almost no pagan Irish texts at all. What that glossary says is that Brigit was a poetess, daughter of the Dagda, the goddess whom poets worshipped, and that she had two sisters also called Brigit, one a woman of healing and one a woman of the forge. Poetry, medicine and smithcraft. Three sisters with one name, which is the old way of saying one goddess doing three jobs. And all three of those are fire that somebody has to control: the forge fire that softens iron and ruins it if it goes too hot, the fever in a sick body that either turns the corner or kills, and whatever the heat in a poem is, which every poet will tell you goes out if you grip it too hard. She has one scene in the old literature and it is not a gentle one. In the story of the second battle of Mag Tuired she is married to Bres, and she belongs to one side of that war and he belongs to the other, and their son Ruadán is sent by his father's people to kill a smith of his mother's people, a smith called Goibniu. Ruadán puts a spear through him, and Goibniu pulls it out and throws it back, and Ruadán dies, and his mother comes to the field. The text says she shrieked and she wailed, and it says this was the first time crying and keening were heard in Ireland. The goddess of poetry, the one the poets prayed to, and the first sound she is recorded making is not a poem. It is the noise a person makes when they cannot get to words yet. Then Kildare, where a fire burned without stopping for centuries. Our fullest description of it comes from Gerald of Wales, who travelled through Ireland in the eleven eighties and wrote a book about its wonders, and he is worth taking with salt because he was Anglo Norman, writing for the people who had just invaded, and he liked a marvel. But what he describes is very specific. A fire that had never been let out, standing inside a hedge no man was allowed to cross, with ashes that never grew. And it was tended by nineteen nuns, each taking a single night, one night in twenty, sitting up with the fire and handing it on in the morning. Which leaves the twentieth night, when the last of them laid the wood on the fire and said out loud, Brigid, tend your own fire, because this night belongs to you, and then went to bed. Nobody at Kildare kept that fire alive. The fire stayed alive because nobody had to. That is the whole point of this one. A smith does not put a forge out at the end of a day, he banks it, rakes the coals together and covers them over, and all night they are barely anything at all, and in the morning there is enough there to build on. A banked fire looks dead, because that is what banked means. And banked and dead look exactly the same in the dark. The only thing that tells you which one you have got is morning. CHAPTERS 00:00 Settle in, and a fire that was not allowed to go out 01:14 What this one is actually about 02:18 Her name is not a name, it is a rank 04:25 Three sisters with one name 06:05 The first keening in Ireland 08:14 The fire at Kildare 10:06 Nineteen women and a twentieth night 11:33 Tended, not spent 13:54 It went out, and then it did not 15:37 Letting it go soft 17:41 What is true in here 18:52 Going under 20:28 Rest is a practice HOW TO USE Lie down, dim your screen, and let it play. The voice fades after about twenty minutes so nothing wakes you; the ambient sound continues for almost three hours. Headphones optional. Set a low volume. Everything in one place: https://gildenmyth.com New sleep meditations every Monday, plus rituals on the new and full moons. Subscribe and turn on the bell so a goddess can sit with you each night. #sleepmeditation #burnout #brigid #guidedmeditation #celticmythology #fallasleep #sleepstory #workstress #cantsleep #imbolc DISCLOSURE & SAFETY This episode uses AI in its production (voice and music). It is for relaxation only and is not medical advice, and it is not a substitute for treatment of any sleep, anxiety or health condition. Do not listen while driving or operating machinery. --- The Tender Hour is soft, first person goddess sleep meditations in a gentle female voice. Each episode is a guided meditation that melts into hours of warm ambient sound so you can fall asleep and stay asleep through the night. 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