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.
π₯π§ββοΈ Feeling Frazzled? Calm awaits...
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As is becoming a distressing habit of mine, I was awake for half the night last night. And now, I'm not operating the best in work. But I'm here and keeping things on a (mostly) even keel. Some of the things that are worrying me?
Yes, these are the things that keep me awake at 2am. And I can't really guarantee calm awaits. But I can offer some things that help:
So, look, I know I'm basing my email on the things that are bothering me this week. But I hope some of the options listed above might help people. And y'know - remember to breathe and no one ever said on their deathbed "I wish I'd spent more time at the office". (and yes, reminding myself as well!) BrΓd libh Γrlagh P. S. Don't forget to sign up for Brigid for Writers before Saturday!! Check out the links below: βBrigid's Forge Schoolβ βPatreonβ βWebsiteβ |
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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