[This has been a very challenging week for me… some very intense emotional stuff going on. Deep heart work and breaking apart of old stuff to let in new energies of healing and awarenesses that Spirit is bringing me. I just discovered this on Facebook and it so speaks to me. The poem is called BEANNACHT (“BLESSING” IN IRISH GAELIC) by John O’Donohue. I’m deeply, deeply grateful to this author wherever you are. Many, many blessings to you… And thank you to Spirit for guiding me to find this, this evening.]
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 into 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.
And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you,
an invisible cloak to mind your life.