This old writing– a poem of sorts– comes from a time when I was really focused on my Celtic roots. I paid a lot more attention to the four basic elements back then. Nowadays, I would communicate similar motions differently. It’s interesting how things come together over time to make a person who they are. This is pretty old, but happy reading anyway!
Pride of the great Boadicea, shine from me as Sol glows for Terra. Beauty of Mother Earth, grace me as a lilly graces the surface of a pond. Strength and power of the bear, fill me that I may protect those around me. Speed of the deer, leap with me. May the wisdom and glory of the Celtic people be one with me!
The blood in my heart is as fire, burning without end. Its courage and power are mine, and I embrace them without being burned. My substance is steady and true as the oak, which nurtures me with beauty and grace. The winds wing to my heart, grant ancient wisdom, divine understanding. The waters heal and cleanse my wounds, and I rise up again.
With fire as my will, stepping forward into glory and danger, I am guided by winds, protected by the earth, and healed by the cool waters. My heart beats with the honor and pride of our past, unerring and eternal.
We are all of one spirit, mind, and body, separated only by the thinnest of veils. In that sense, to hate another is to hate oneself, and we must therefore share love and respect. No matter my wounds, I cannot be broken. My will is eternal; I need only remember to keep it pure.