For those of you who link to Instagram or the blog before checking email, you'll already know I'm wearing one of my new favourite t-shirts today. If you don't do that however, here's you're warning that my annual mission to bring joy and happiness to my colleagues through passive-aggressive t-shirts and outfits befitting the season has begun. I keep telling my senior management it's to help with morale. Mainly mine, but really, if I'm happy, it means fewer people are sad... As yet, no one officially has come out to say "stop wearing this shit", so I'm taking that as permission. And it brings me on to what my brain is marinating today: permission. I'm the only one on my site that wears stuff like this. I have dresses for Halloween and Christmas that most people would shudder at wearing, even outside work. But I love them and like to wear them. And the outfits bring smiles to people's faces. Now that I just do it - it's accepted as normal. Ish. But if I had asked for permission, or worse yet, waiting for someone to magically grant me permission, I would never have started wearing this at all. I'm pushing the boundaries, testing them, but not explicitly crossing them. And I use this approach, sometimes, in my spiritual practice as well. Irish lore has Samhain more closely related to the Morrigan and the Dagda than Brigid. But she's my main deity and she's who I work with in general, so she's my focus at Samhain as well. Would you believe it, since it's my private spiritual life, and rituals, no one's come down from the Pagan High Council yet to tell me not to do this? (Mainly cos the Pagan High Council doesn't exist, just to be clear!) Yes, my way is fraught with danger. It takes practice, skill, time, to be comfortable in testing boundaries like I do - whether in life, work or spirituality. But it's also important to do sometimes. Even if it's just testing your own limits. Is the reason you don't do something still valid or was it only valid in a given situation decades ago, but it's imprinted in your brain right now? Is there a rule written down somewhere to forbid you from doing something, or is it vague expectations and memories? As I move through menopause, the clearest way I'm doing this is with my clothes - I'm experimenting with all the clothes I would have loved to wear as a teenager, but wasn't allowed to or didn't have the courage to wear. I'm wearing bright colours, shorter skirts, tights that could take your eyes out... for fun!!! So, where are you waiting for permission to do something? What are you going to do about it? Do you really need permission? Bríd libh Órlagh P. S. Ok, blatant segue here, but maybe one of the things you need permission for is to sign up for Awakening the Flame? Or the payment option? (You can sign up today for $205!) I know... desperate isn't it. Enticing you with mad stories about not-quite-inappropriate work attire and then selling you something in the end... Check out the links below: |
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I know, another extra email. But many of you were interested in my menopause journey last time, so I thought ye might have an interested in yesterday's nurse visit. Yesterday was my second visit to the nurse at the menopause clinic in my gp's practice. This was with a nurse practitioner - for those who don't know this is a nurse who has undergone extra training and qualifications to be allowed to prescribe some medicines. Again a thoroughly positive experience. Some key highlights: Everything...
Yes I know how ridiculous that sounds! But if you read today's blog post you'll know why I put it that way. I'm gonna be honest - I'm struggling today. Work is hassly. Nothing serious, but you know when you get to the end of the day and there's just nothing you can put your finger on that's done? Yeah. One of those. Plus I cam in early purely to get two specific tasks done and because of some other stuff, it didn't get done. Neither task. So, it's at times like this I turn to Brigid asking...
I had planned to send this email yesterday, but honestly, my plans got completely derailed with the whole Manchester attacks thing. (No, I'm still not linking to a story) But since it's October, my mind is turning towards Imbolc. Yes, I know, that's the last thing you expected - although if you've been on the email list a few years, you'll know where this is going. Here's the thing. Samhain, for me, marks the beginning of the preparation for Imbolc season. It's also the time I spend dreaming...