This has been for me and for folk whom I love a really mixed up week of bubbling mirth and gut wrenching sorrow.
And so I offer these beautiful words of John O'Donohue:
Beannacht (John O'Donohue)
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 curach 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.
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.
Oh...beloved John O'D. So hard to believe he has gone, but those words are jewells, as his so often are. Blessings for the morrow, Liz. All shall be well.
ReplyDeleteBless you, Kathryn. I'm so enjoying sharing in your journey and just hope that I can rediscover that joy in service for which we were born.
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The sting of tears burned my eyes as I read this, Liz, and the tiny, cleansing droplets are clinging my lashes as I write. Thank you - it felt, in some mystical way - like you are here, encouraging me, hugging me, and it helps.
ReplyDeletei don't know what you are going through but you have my joy with your mirth and my sympathy for your sorrow.
You're a good person.