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.
I made a list (and got a new notebook)
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You know that feeling when a new notebook feels like it's going to fix everything? I bought one anyway. Special trip to Eason's and all. Last week I told ye about the twentieth night - the moment I finally admitted things weren't working. This week's post is what I actually did about it: a list of all the little things that had been bothering me, one thing crossed off each day, whether that was hours spent building a trampoline (sorry, neighbours) or two minutes sewing on a button. It wasn't tidy. Plans changed - a car accident on the way home once turned "fold the laundry" into "shelve five books" instead, because practicality has to come first. And the inner critic showed up more than once, telling me exactly how I'd let things get this bad. I have an inner critic who has zero issues telling me how bad I am - that resonate? But bit by bit, the list moved. And - this is the bit I didn't expect - the more I cleared, the more I found to clear. Turns out that's kind of the point. 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.
You'll have received another email from me today with a link that jsut doesn't work. My apologies and I'll send out a new one tomorrow with the proper link. I've redone a few blog posts and it causes some issues with links. But... the bit about my patience being gone? That's real. It might not be covered in this week's blog post, but I will come back to it and I'd be delighted to hear from you if you're in a similar place!! Bríd libh Órlagh Check out the links below: Brigid's Forge School...
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