give me more modern gaelic polytheism
brigid, the slam poet, working woman, and community medic. the firebrand who does it all.
the morrígan, watching, waiting. striking down corrupt rulers where they stand. rallying protestors in the streets.
manannán mac lir, wanderer who blesses those kind enough to spare a dollar. who blesses the fringes of society. who keeps us afloat in dark times.
the dagda, ladling soup from a cauldron that never runs dry- giving out water bottles in sweltering summer heat, and warm blankets to fend off winter’s chill.
aengus óg, blessing lovers’ bonds the world over. in brightly lit pride parades and midnight alleyways alike.
the tuatha dé danann have always been hard to grasp: we see them not always in the epics but in the turn of the earth. in land, sea, and sky.
they might not be all-present, but they have always been here.