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.
There were wooden spoons threatened 🥄
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I beat myself up for straying from my path. Every single time. Which is a genuinely stupid thing for me to be doing, given what I actually teach for a living. But there it is - I skip a checkpoint, I go six months off track, and the first thing that shows up isn't "right, let's fix this," it's "you're supposed to be good at this, you teach this stuff." I think there's a version of me that believes if I'm teaching this, I should be good at it. And in some ways, I am. I built the whole cauldron system myself, I use it, it works. But I think it's more important that the people who work with me know I'm not perfect and never will be. Not as a disclaimer I say once and move past, but as an actual, ongoing, slightly uncomfortable truth I have to keep choosing to show rather than hide. So that's what I'm working on. The growth, not the perfection. And I'm not doing it alone, cos I've got help whether I want it or not. Brigid, obviously. But also both my Nanas, giving out to me for beating myself up - which, if you knew either of them, you'd know isn't a gentle nudge. It's a proper going over. There were wooden spoons threatened. (Something neither of them would ever have done in life, mind!) And it's exactly the kind of encouragement I need to actually learn and grow, however slowly I manage it. ​This week's post is about the checkpoint(s) I missed and the six months that followed. But the bit I actually want you to take from it, if you take anything, is that teaching the path and walking it perfectly are two completely different things. I only ever promised you the first one. BrÃd libh Órlagh Check out the links below: ​Brigid's Forge School​ ​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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