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.
💥🧘♀️ 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!) Bríd libh Órlagh P. S. Don't forget to sign up for Brigid for Writers before Saturday!! Check out the links below: Patreon 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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have climbed Croagh Patrick. Once. In 2001, I think, or thereabouts. It took about three hours up and considerably less time down, partly because my knees had opinions about the descent that I couldn't ignore. It was a college weekend away...) It's a remarkable experience. I won't pretend otherwise. Standing at the top of a mountain on the west coast of Ireland, with the islands of Clew Bay laid out below you, is genuinely moving - whether you're doing it for Patrick, for the pre-Christian...
For a long time, I had a problem I couldn't solve. My relationship with Brigid was growing. My Catholic upbringing wasn't going anywhere - not because I was still practising in any conventional sense, but because it's in me, in the way that anything you're raised inside is in you. And I couldn't work out how to hold both things at once. I've written about this conflict recently - the specific discomfort of being a pagan Catholic, of loving figures who belong to a tradition you've also had...