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.
What I do with the August bank holiday - and a question for you
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The August bank holiday is, in my house, taken seriously. Not in a spiritual performance sort of way. In a genuinely practical sort of way. I use it - and the few days around it - to take stock of where I am. How am I doing on the goals I set at the start of the year? Not to beat myself up about what hasn't happened, but to look honestly at what has - what's come in, what's still outstanding, what I've quietly abandoned without quite admitting it. The harvest metaphor is a useful one here. Not everything you plant comes in the way you expected. Some things fail. Some things you didn't even know you'd planted turn out to have grown quietly in the background all year. I also use it to assess my energy. Specifically - what do I have the bandwidth to do in the coming months, and what do I need to let go of or postpone? Which brings me to a question. Awakening the Flame - my live programme on working with Brigid's fire aspect - hasn't run live in a number of years. The honest reason is that I haven't had the energy or bandwidth for it. But I'm starting to wonder whether the time might be coming around again. If Awakening the Flame is something you'd be interested in - if a live programme specifically on Brigid's fire aspect would be useful to you - hit reply and let me know. No commitment, no mailing list sign up, just a reply to this email. I'm genuinely asking because I want to know if there's appetite for it before I commit to anything. The rest of the bank holiday, for what it's worth, involves my husband, some food, probably a walk somewhere, and an aggressive refusal to do anything that feels like work. Lúnasa has been a festival of rest as well as harvest for a very long time. I'm in favour of that tradition. This week's post is about what Lúnasa actually is - where it comes from, what our ancestors were doing at this time of year, and why the questions it asks are still worth sitting with even if your harvest is entirely metaphorical. [Read it here ] 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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