What I thought I was doing when I started


I want to tell you something about how this all began for me.

I moved to England at twenty-two. I grew up Irish Catholic — properly Irish Catholic, which is its own very specific thing, shaped by history and survival and a particular fierce relationship with certain figures and practices that don't translate neatly anywhere else.

When I walked into a Catholic church in England, I didn't quite recognise what I found. Same name. Different texture. The things that had meant something to me growing up didn't carry the same charge.

So I did what curious people do. I started asking questions. Not about my faith — not exactly. About the Irish version. Where it had come from. What was Catholic and what was older than Catholic. What we had kept without knowing why we were keeping it.

That question took me into Irish mythology. Irish mythology took me into the older layers under the Catholic surface. And eventually, a long time later, I ended up here — running a program about Brigid for women who are finding their way between traditions.

I did not see any of that coming when I started.

This week's post is about beginnings — what they actually look like, why they rarely feel significant in the moment, and why that's completely fine.

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If you're at a beginning yourself — curious, restless, not quite sure what you're looking for — the post is for you. So is the program, when you're ready.

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Bríd libh

Órlagh

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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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