⏰🚪Your Future's Knocking – Open Now!


I had a very strange dream last night. Now, look, I've a fair idea what it's about, so no need for dream interpretations here. But one really clear aspect was, completely out of sequence or context or anything with the rest of the dream, there was a very loud knocking on the door in my head. And it was repeated twice.

Now, ok, with working with Brigid, things come in groups of threes for me, and I tend to pay attention when they do. So, yes, I will be taking action on this in the near future.

But here's the thing: the knocking on the door doesn't always take the form of an actual knocking on the door.

So, right now, I'm declaring this to be an official knocking on the door. I've mentioned the upcoming Brigid for Writers myself and Courtney Weber are running all through March.

Now, as Courtney said in a recent Facebook post - this is not for you if you've never had any problems with writing. If you've never had any issues with writing, or have no interesting in writing anything, ever - skip the rest of the email and go about your day!

But if none of those things apply to you, read on.

I find Brigid immensely helpful in my creative endeavours. I've said this before and I'll say it again. But very often, when we consider "writing", we tend to focus in on one small aspect of it. Have you ever said any of the following?

  1. "I'm just a hobbyist."
  2. "I only write for fun."
  3. "I'm not published."
  4. "I don't have a degree in writing."
  5. "I only write in my journal."
  6. "I'm not good enough to be a professional."
  7. "I don't write every day."
  8. "I haven't finished a book."

But you do actually write regularly.

Here's the course for you then. Seriously.

We are going to have four packed sessions on writing. We'll be going over aspects of Brigid's stories, from both deity and saint, and exploring how we can interact with these stories from a creative perspective. We'll be giving you a prayer or ritual to use in your private practice. We'll be going through meditations to deepen your connection with Brigid and inspire your creativity. We'll be providing inspirational writing prompts - and giving ye homework.

There's even an upgrade, with limited numbers, to get direct individual feedback in a study hall type session from myself and Courtney.

Seriously? What are you waiting for. If you've been hearing that knocking on the door for ages and ages, but haven't seen what's there to answer? Here's your answer. Sign up here!

Bríd libh

Órlagh

P. S. Don't forget, we start on 1st March, so sign up now!

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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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