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.
Cold and flu remedies
It was brought to my attention yesterday that I omitted a few viral components of the Irish approach to cold & flu management in my blog. Which is fair.
I really wanted that hot whiskey. And I got it, even if I ended up spilling half of it over myself (I sneezed. It was painful. I'm ok though).
Anyway, back to the other remedies for cold & flu.
This, along with some Lemsip (not pictured cos it's all the way in the kitchen & Al is refusing to get it just for a picture...) is the essential kit for curing cold & flu, imo.
Now look, there are loads of natural remedies and other medecines... but these are the ones, with the hot whiskeys, that I turn to, when in mid-cold.
Without the Vick's, I'd be struggling with breathing. Seriously, bowl of hot, almost-bur-not-quite boiling watwater, lump of Vicks in it, towel covering your head & the bowl... this will cure any blocked nose. And sure, the night time ritual of getting Vick's rubbed into your chest & back helps loosen up the chest.
Orange juice & water are for fluids. Tissue should be obvious. As should Benylin.
I'm also teaching a class in 2 hrs.. I'm almost certain no one will catch this thing over zoom, but sure, we'll find out, won't we?
Normal service will resume soon...
Bríd libh
Órlagh
Hi, I'm Orlagh, of Brigid's Forge
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