I'm dedicated to helping women in particular develop their spiritual path in life. I'm focused heavily on Brigid in Ireland, although not all my followers are! I teach, speak, coach and mentor people to help them along their own individual path, based on what lore we have, but also allowing for each individual path to develop as it needs to.
A day late (which, honestly, fits)
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This post is a day late. I'm not going to pretend that's not a little funny given what it's actually about. Some of ye might have noticed things have been quieter here than usual, and when I did post, it maybe didn't quite sound like me. The honest reason: I started asking AI to help optimise things for SEO, trying to get found in the searches. And that's exactly what happened - it got optimised, and it stopped sounding like me. Which is kind of the bloody point, isn't it. But underneath that, the real reason is simpler. I wasn't well. For a lot of this year, I've been struggling - and while the Forge isn't the day job, so it's easy to let it slide first, I let a lot more than that slip too. This week's post is the honest version of what that actually looked like, and the moment that finally made me stop and look properly. It comes back to something I don't practise nearly as often as I teach it: Know Yourself. Next week, I'll tell you what the reset actually looked like. Bríd libh Órlagh Check out the links below: Website |
Hi, I'm Orlagh, of Brigid's Forge
I'm dedicated to helping women in particular develop their spiritual path in life. I'm focused heavily on Brigid in Ireland, although not all my followers are! I teach, speak, coach and mentor people to help them along their own individual path, based on what lore we have, but also allowing for each individual path to develop as it needs to.
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I beat myself up for straying from my path. Every single time. Which is a genuinely stupid thing for me to be doing, given what I actually teach for a living. But there it is - I skip a checkpoint, I go six months off track, and the first thing that shows up isn't "right, let's fix this," it's "you're supposed to be good at this, you teach this stuff." I think there's a version of me that believes if I'm teaching this, I should be good at it. And in some ways, I am. I built the whole cauldron...
You'll have received another email from me today with a link that jsut doesn't work. My apologies and I'll send out a new one tomorrow with the proper link. I've redone a few blog posts and it causes some issues with links. But... the bit about my patience being gone? That's real. It might not be covered in this week's blog post, but I will come back to it and I'd be delighted to hear from you if you're in a similar place!! Bríd libh Órlagh Check out the links below: Brigid's Forge School...