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 word of warning before you go looking for Brigid
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This week's post starts with me, alone in a Travel Lodge in Holyhead at two in the morning, crying my eyes out and asking for guidance. What turned up was the Dagda: father of the Tuatha Dé Danann, one of the old Irish gods. His first suggestion was to drink some water. By the end of the night, he'd told me to go look into his daughter. His daughter is Brigid. And that's what this week's post is about. But before you go, I want to offer you a friendly warning. Once one of the Tuatha Dé Danann turns up, others tend to follow. They're a group that works closely together, and Brigid rarely arrives entirely alone. If you start exploring her and find other figures appearing at the edges, don't be alarmed. That's fairly normal. I also want to be clear about something else. Brigid has spent over a thousand years bridging the gap between Catholicism and what came before it. She's remarkably good at meeting people where they are. If the Irish pantheon isn't for you, if that's not the direction your path wants to go, she has absolutely no problem pointing you somewhere else entirely. In my experience, she's more interested in your genuine growth than in keeping you in any particular tradition, including her own. So approach her with curiosity. Stay honest with yourself. Drink some water. 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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