Beannacht: A Blessing for the New Year
The cliffs of Moher taken when I was there in 2017
This is the last Sunday in 2019 and I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for reading these posts and following me here.
This is one of my favorite blessings from John O'Donohue and it seems very appropriate as we end another year and another decade.
My good wishes go out to you as we enter this new year, this new decade. Blessings.
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. [Note: "Beannacht" is the Gaelic word for "blessing." A "currach" is a large boat used on the west coast of Ireland.] O'Donohue wrote this for his mother.