Sophia's Portico

Sophia's Portico An art and spirituality center focusing on the development of feminine spirituality through education, the arts, and earth based rituals.

UPCOMING NEW PROGRAM:✨MEET THE GODDESS SERIES✨ Come and Meet Brigid!DATE:      Tuesday, February 3, 2026TIME:       6:30...
01/23/2026

UPCOMING NEW PROGRAM:
✨MEET THE GODDESS SERIES✨

Come and Meet Brigid!
DATE: Tuesday, February 3, 2026
TIME: 6:30–8pm
PLACE: Sophia’s Portico
Cost: $20

TO REGISTER Please Email:
📧kuanyin011@frontier.com
or Call:
☎️260-482-7402
(SPACE IS LIMITED)

In this first of our Meet the Goddess Series, we will engage with Brigid, as saint and goddess. Through conversation, meditation, and art, we will deepen our understanding of, and relationship with Brigid, in all her aspects. Please bring ways you have worked with and experienced Brigid, and questions you may have.
No experience needed for the art activity, and all materials will be supplied.
May Brigid help us be hale and holy!

👩🏽‍🎨Presenter: Lisa Gardner - an artist and expressive arts facilitator.
She is an avid researcher of Celtic and Northern European goddesses.

"Through the Goddess we can discover our strength, enlighten our minds, own our bodies, and celebrate our emotions."
01/18/2026

"Through the Goddess we can discover our strength, enlighten our minds, own our bodies, and celebrate our emotions."

The image of the Goddess inspires women to see ourselves as divine, our bodies as sacred, the changing phases of our lives as holy, our aggression as healthy, our anger as purifying, and our power to nurture and create, but also to limit and destroy when necessary, as the very force that sustains all life.

Through the Goddess we can discover our strength, enlighten our minds, own our bodies, and celebrate our emotions.

We can move beyond narrow, constricting roles and become whole.

~ Starhawk

Art by Tarn Ellis

"Women’s circles and mother-daughter circles are perhaps the most powerful agents of change on the planet right now, wit...
01/18/2026

"Women’s circles and mother-daughter circles are perhaps the most powerful agents of change on the planet right now, with each woman contributing to the healing of our world as she herself experiences healing."

Women’s circles and mother-daughter circles are perhaps the most powerful agents of change on the planet right now, with each woman contributing to the healing of our world as she herself experiences healing.

~ Amy Wilding

Art by Tarn Ellis

1/21 🪘Drum Circle🪘
01/17/2026

1/21 🪘Drum Circle🪘

"I hear the tears ofThe Great Mother as SheKeens for the children lost,As her screams rent theVery fabric of existenceI ...
01/16/2026

"I hear the tears of
The Great Mother as She
Keens for the children lost,
As her screams rent the
Very fabric of existence
I feel her sorrow... "

My soul cries out
For what I know not
Tears flow for no reason
Or at least no reason
That is immediately obvious

And, Yet…

There are SO
Many reasons as
Our world spirals
Out of control
And lives are stolen
By evils that exist

Evils that break open our
Hearts and souls daily
With their actions
That create such
Monumental destruction

As another tear falls with
Another gasp of breath, a
Soft whisper speaks
That is the Why of the Why,
The answer you seek to
An age old question and
Universal need to know

Why Evil?
Why War?
Why human against human
destroying each other?

I hear the tears of
The Great Mother as She
Keens for the children lost,
As her screams rent the
Very fabric of existence
I feel her sorrow,
Her questioning
As She asks Why
Over and over and over

Why do you destroy the
Garden you were given?

The place where ALL were
To live in peace and love,
Sharing and teaching and
Living in harmony with each other

Why?

A guttural scream comes as
She can take no more of this
Time of Man and his devious
And destructive ways

This time when children are
Pawns and lands and divisive
Ideologies create the evils
That drive the atrocities

Her Tears and Broken Heart
As She realizes the Many that
Work to stop this
The Many who honor Her and
The Garden and the Ways
That once existed and
Always were meant to be

As She stands looking over
All of creation, another tear
Falls as She Remembers the Before...

Before The Great Forgetting.

_________________________________________________
The Great Forgetting ©Arlene Bailey, 2026
Art by Julia Jeffrey, www.stonemaiden-art.com

CREATIVE RESISTANCE: THE ART OF PROTESTShowing: January 16-February 20, 2026Opening Reception: January 16, 5:30-7:00 pmC...
01/16/2026

CREATIVE RESISTANCE: THE ART OF PROTEST

Showing: January 16-February 20, 2026
Opening Reception: January 16, 5:30-7:00 pm

CREATIVE RESISTANCE Opens Friday, January 16, in the First Presbyterian Gallery.
Featuring work by Rachel Ivy Clarke, Tamara Harper, Erin Bauchan-Caprara, Emily Herbster, Elysha Ozanian, and Amber Elliot.

Craftivism, the intersection of craft and activism, brings a slower, more reflective approach to protest. It seeks to show that while bold action and loud voices have their place, change can also come through quiet, intentional acts. The exhibit will feature art done in traditional craft forms. Please join us!

https://firstpresfortwayne.org/event/creative-resistance/

Mark your calendars! Imbolc Ritual Friday Jan. 30. We will be making Brigid's Crosses again before ritual!
01/12/2026

Mark your calendars!
Imbolc Ritual Friday Jan. 30.
We will be making Brigid's Crosses again before ritual!

🌿 St Brigid: Keeper of the Flame, Mother of Mercy, Goddess Remembered 🌿
Long before stone churches rose from Irish soil, Bríd walked the land barefoot, her presence marked by warmth, growth, and quiet miracles. She was not born of one world alone — she belonged to many.
They say when Brigid was born, a pillar of fire rose from the earth to the sky, and no one could tell where the child ended and the flame began. Cows gave milk beyond measure. Wells stirred. The land itself seemed to sigh in relief, as if recognising one of its own had returned.
Brigid was the hearth fire and the healing hand, the poet’s breath and the midwife’s calm voice. She belonged to the Tuatha Dé Danann, daughter of the Dagda, goddess of fertility, poetry, healing, and smithcraft — the sacred arts that sustain life itself.
When Christianity arrived, Brigid did not disappear.
She transformed.
The goddess became Saint Brigid of Kildare, not erased but softened into a cloak the people could still recognise. Her sacred fire continued to burn — tended by women — at Cill Dara, the Church of the Oak, where once druids had gathered beneath ancient trees.
Even the Church could not extinguish her flame.
🔥 The Sacred Flame & the Woman Who Would Not Be Silenced
St Brigid’s fire was said to never go out. Nineteen women tended it, each taking a night. On the twentieth night, the fire was left for Brigid herself — and still it burned.
She was protector of women, children, the poor, the outcast, the sick. She turned water into ale for the desperate, multiplied food for the hungry, and offered shelter to those forgotten by the world.
She was gentle and fierce, compassionate yet unyielding.
Brigid taught that true holiness lives in kindness, in tending the hearth, in poetry whispered to the soil, in caring for one another. She blessed cows, fields, homes, births, deaths — all the sacred thresholds of life.
Her symbol, Brigid’s Cross, woven from rushes, is still hung in Irish homes for protection — a wheel, a sun, a reminder that life moves in cycles and light always returns.
🌱 Imbolc & Brigid’s Day (February 1st)
Brigid’s feast day, Imbolc, marks the first stirring of spring — when the earth begins to wake beneath the frost.
It is a time of:
🔥 Renewal and cleansing
🌾 Hope after hardship
🕯️ Light returning to the land
🌸 The divine feminine rising
For witches, healers, and old souls, Brigid remains a living presence — not confined to sainthood, but woven through the bones of the land itself.
✨ A Cottage Witch Blessing for St Brigid
Light a candle. Whisper a wish. Leave bread or milk at the door. Ask Brigid to bless your home, your hands, your healing.
She listens still.
🕯️ Poem: Brigid of the Flame
She came with fire in her hair,
And mercy in her hands,
A daughter of oak and ember,
Born where old gods stand.
They tried to dress her in silence,
To soften her ancient name,
But you cannot cage a wildfire
Or hush a holy flame.
She blesses wells and women,
The cow, the child, the poor,
She stands at every threshold
And guards each sacred door.
Saint they named her,
Goddess she remained,
A bridge between belief and bone,
Where neither truth is slain.
So light a candle, witch-heart,
Let winter loosen its grip,
For Brigid walks the land again
With fire upon her lips.

🔥 The Flame of Brigid Ritual
A Cottage Witch Rite of Renewal & Blessing
🌿 Best Time
Imbolc (Feb 1st)
At dusk or dawn
Or anytime you seek healing, creativity, or protection
🕯️ What You Will Need
One white or gold candle (Brigid’s flame)
A small bowl of milk, oat milk, or spring water
A piece of bread or oatcake
A Brigid’s Cross (or rushes/straw to weave one)
A blanket or shawl (Brigid’s cloak)
Optional: herbs such as lavender, rosemary, or bay
🌙 Preparing the Space
Clean your space gently — not just physically, but energetically.
Wrap the shawl around your shoulders and say softly:
“I cloak myself in peace,
I step into sacred time.”
Light the candle and take three slow breaths.
🔥 Opening the Rite
Hold your hands over the flame (safely) and speak:
“Brigid of the Sacred Flame,
Keeper of hearth and healing hand,
Poet, midwife, smith of souls,
Walk with me now.”
Feel the warmth. Let it settle into your chest.
🌾 The Offering
Dip your fingers into the milk or water and touch your forehead and heart.
“As the earth stirs, so do I.
As light returns, so does hope.”
Place the bread beside the candle as an offering.
🕯️ The Flame Blessing
Close your eyes and whisper your intention — healing, strength, creativity, peace, protection.
Then say:
“By Brigid’s fire, I am renewed.
By Brigid’s mercy, I am held.
By Brigid’s wisdom, I rise.”
Visualise golden light flowing from the flame into your body.
🌱 The Cloak of Brigid
Drape the shawl fully around you and imagine it glowing softly.
“Brigid, lay your cloak upon me.
Guard my home, my heart, my hands.”
Sit quietly for a few moments.
🌬️ Closing the Rite
Thank Brigid gently:
“Flame of the old world,
Light of the new,
Stay if you will,
Go if you must.
You are always welcome here.”
Leave the candle to burn safely or extinguish it with gratitude — never by blowing, if possible.
🌾 After the Ritual
Leave the offering outside for the earth
Hang the Brigid’s Cross near your door
Carry the warmth of the flame with you
🕯️ A Cottage Witch Whisper
Brigid does not demand perfection.
She listens to honest hearts, tired hands, and hopeful souls.
She comes quietly —
in warmth, in mercy, in fire.

Blessings Eagle 🦅
© Julie T.Whelan
The Cottage Witch 🧹

1/15 🪷Zen Discussion Group🪷
01/10/2026

1/15 🪷Zen Discussion Group🪷

"Some days, compassion looks likeoffering grace to others.On harder days,it is learning to offerthat same graceto yourse...
01/10/2026

"Some days, compassion looks like
offering grace to others.
On harder days,
it is learning to offer
that same grace
to yourself."

Planting and Nurturing the Seeds of Compassion in Your Life

Plant and nurture
the seeds of compassion
in your life.

Begin gently.
Compassion starts as a tiny seed,
almost invisible,
a willingness to pause,
to listen,
to soften instead of harden.

You plant it
each time you choose
patience over judgment,
curiosity over certainty,
kindness over harshness.

These moments may seem small,
but they are seeds,
shaped by the care you give them.

Nurturing compassion
requires attention.
It asks you to tend
your inner landscape,
to notice where the soil
has grown dry
from grief, fear, or exhaustion.

Some days, compassion looks like
offering grace to others.
On harder days,
it is learning to offer
that same grace
to yourself.

You water it with empathy,
allowing yourself to feel deeply
without turning away.
You protect it by setting boundaries
where thoughtless disregard or indifference
might trample
what is still growing.

Over time, compassion takes root.
It moves quietly through your life,
changing how you see people,
how you respond to pain,
how you hold
your own wounds.

It teaches you
that everyone is carrying
something unseen,
that tenderness is not weakness,
and that love,
when nurtured and cared for,
can survive
even the harshest of seasons.

And one day,
almost without noticing,
you will find that compassion
has become part
of the way you breathe.

It will provide shelter and comfort to others
when they are weary,
steady you
when the ground feels uncertain,
and gently remind you
that growth is possible,
and that compassion can flourish
even in the most challenging of times.

~ 'Planting and Nurturing the Seeds of Compassion in Your Life' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Serin Alar Serin Alar

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