A Blessing for the New Year
On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble
May the clay dance
To balance you
And when your eyes
The gray window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colors,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken 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 protection of the ancestors be yours.
And may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.
…from To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings, Doubleday, 2008 by John O’Donohue
The awakening is the purpose. The awakening of the fact that in essence we are light, we are love. Each cell of our body, each cell and molecule of everything. The power source that runs all life is light. So to awaken to that knowledge, and to desire to operate in that realm, and to believe that it is possible, are all factors that will put you there.
~ Dolores Cannon, The Convoluted Universe — Book One
Love. That simple word is my word/theme for the year. Just love. No accoutrements or impedimenta. Just love. ♥
After all the pondering and reading and exploring of words, I read this last night:
Imagine putting down all that baggage you’ve been dragging around and then filling a tote bag, a little red one, with love. Imagine traveling with just that — and nothing else — wherever you go.
What you take with you now is entirely up to you.
~ Meggan Watterson
It’s from the book Reveal: A Sacred Manual for Getting Spiritually Naked. Shortly after the Women’s March, I came across a list of recommended reading for women interested in transforming themselves and, maybe, the world. Reveal was on the list. I don’t know about the world and its transformation. I have to start with me and where I am, and hope that it ripples outwards some day.
The Solstice is a time of quietude, of firelight, and dreaming, when seeds germinate in the cold earth, and the cold notes of church bells mingle with the chimes of icicles. Rivers are stilled and the land lies waiting beneath a coverlet of snow. We watch the cold sunlight and the bright stars, maybe go for walks in the quiet land. . . . All around us the season seems to reach a standstill — a point of repose.
~ John Matthews
Thank you for visiting today. Happy whatever you might be celebrating this season!
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 486) The beauty of morning and evening light. 487) The slant of shadows. 488) Songs of the earth and the universe. 489) Singing out loud, full throated and full hearted. 490) Wisps of fog dancing through the meadows just before sunrise.
A song, just because: Bring ’em all in