John O'Donohue |
Beannacht
On the
day
When
the weight deadens
On
your shoulders
And
you tumble,
May
the clay dance
To balance you.
To balance you.
And
when your eyes
Freeze behind
the
gray window
And
the ghost of loss
Gets
into you,
May a
flock of colours,
Indigo,
red, green
And
azure blue
Come
to waken in you
A
meadow of delight.
When
the canvas frays
In the
curragh 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 oceans 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.
And here is a short New Year's message from Clair DuBois of TreeSisters. In it she invites us to see the beginning of 2020 as a threshold to explore what we are capable of when we work together. Claire acknowledges that despair is available to us, but so is courage, so is fierce love and so is determination. Have a listen:
And here is a short New Year's message from Clair DuBois of TreeSisters. In it she invites us to see the beginning of 2020 as a threshold to explore what we are capable of when we work together. Claire acknowledges that despair is available to us, but so is courage, so is fierce love and so is determination. Have a listen:
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