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.
Bounce around like an eejit (it's step three)
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After the last two weeks, I figured we all needed this one: Joy. Yes - step three on Brigid's Path, the one most of us skip straight past. This week I talk about why joy and discipline aren't actually opposites, what a trampoline and some questionable neighbours taught me about it, and why ten minutes a day - hail, rain, or shine - turned out to matter more than I expected. There's even a bit of proper research in there. And a Mayo GAA reference. (Listen, you can be completely not interested in sport all you want, but this made the New York Times. Living in this country, there was no way to miss it. As one friend said "There wasn't a child washed in Ballina for a month!" And me, windswept on a beach, grinning like an eejit. 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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