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.
The one thing I always light, no matter what
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There's one thing I've carried from my Catholic upbringing into everything I do now. I've never been able to leave it behind — and honestly, I've stopped trying. Candles. In the Catholic tradition, lighting a candle is an act of prayer. You light it for someone. You light it as petition or thanksgiving or remembrance. There are rules about when and where and why. I know all of them. I grew up with all of them. These days, I light candles for Brigid. For the Dagda. At the turning of the seasons. Before I sit down to do anything I want to bring intention to. The theology has changed entirely. The act itself hasn't moved an inch. My regulars will already be smiling at this — you know that candles are basically a running theme around here. And there's a reason for that. The ritual survived the leaving because it was never really about the institution. It was about attention. About saying: this moment matters. I'm showing up for it. That's what this week's post is about — getting to know yourself well enough to find out what you're actually carrying, and what's genuinely yours, before you try to build something new. [Read it here ] And if the post resonates — if you've been in that gap between traditions, wondering what's next — The Guided Path starts in two weeks. There are still places. I'd love to have you. 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.
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