"I would love to live like a
river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding."
-- John
O'Donohue
Beannacht
("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.