Snowy Peaks to End the Year
This first blog day of the new year finds me curious about the year ahead, what will unfold in me, for me, and what will unfold in our tumultuous world. I’m exploring within just what ‘reweaving wholeness’ (last week’s blog topic and the focus of 2024’s 7 Days of Rest) means personally and collectively in a world where so much is dissolving.
What will we face this year? How will we face it and who will we be as we do so?
Searching for a quote to launch the year, I found a beautiful John O’Donohue poem, Beannacht – A Blessing, written for his mother Josie. After reading and listening to O’Donohue read the short poem (you can find his reading here) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfvS2LYbZLQ I felt such resonance that I’m sharing it in lieu of writing a longer post.
As he so often does, O’Donohue expresses and calls forth awareness of a deep knowing in my heart. May our walk through all that 2024 brings be as graceful as his words.
Beannacht – A Blessing
On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.
And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets in to you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green,
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.
Crestone Peak