{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"The Tender Hour","title":"Sleep Meditation for Work Stress & Losing Your Spark · Brigid, Irish Goddess of Fire & Poetry · Female Voice · 3 Hours","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":10801,"description":"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.\n\nStart 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.\n\nWhat 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.\n\nShe 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...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/RV6rkvW5dw7PQo7B9NNH_aBPQmo62cpvlrp87r-UST0/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS85OTM2/MWJkMzZlMzliYzJh/Y2M4YzUwNDVmYjM2/ZDZhOS5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}