One of the things we Gwyddons do at Bridget’s Fire is “sacrifice a candle to Bridget”. We light a candle (preferably red, but it doesn’t matter) and leave it in a safe place to burn completely out. It’s a beautiful practice, and I need it this year more than ever.
Published by Mari Adkins
Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood. View all posts by Mari Adkins