Brigid and the Apple Trees

I walked in Tir na nOg with Brigid, and I asked her, “Lady, show me the wonders of the apple trees of the Land of Youth.”

She plucked a blossom from an apple tree, and hammered it on her anvil, and the blossom became gold. She said, “Look, I have done the work of a smith – but I have also done the work of a bee, and made gold from flowers. Here there is beauty and strength.”

She plucked a ripe apple, and made a tincture, and gave it to a woman who was sick, and the woman became well. Brigid plucked another apple, one almost ready to fall from the branch, and made a different tincture, and gave it to a woman who was old and in pain, and the woman slept, and died, and, lo, she was young again, reborn into Tir na nOg. Brigid said, “Look, I have done the work of a healer in all its forms – for life and life everlasting.”

She bent and turned aside the grass to show an apple that had fallen and split open, and she pointed at the green shoots growing from the seeds, and she was silent.


About Literata

Literata is a Wiccan priestess and writer. She edited Crossing the River: An Anthology in Honor of Sacred Journeys, and her poetry, rituals, and nonfiction have appeared in works such as Mandragora, Unto Herself, and Anointed as well as multiple periodicals. Literata has presented rituals and workshops at Sacred Space conference, Fertile Ground Gathering, and other mid-Atlantic venues. Literata offers healing and divination services as well as customized life-cycle rituals. She is currently completing her doctoral dissertation in history with the support of her husband and four cats.
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