As I write this dream, this poem, it’s early and the light is dawning on silent snow softening down, sticking, obscuring the landscape of regret with the pure white of forgiveness, a blank slate of hope on which today can be written. It’s peaceful being snowed in--particularly when you have light and warmth, inside your spirit with His Spirit, and outside in our little flat. We’re called into the quiet and the blanketing of snow confirms our calling. We ARE living the life that we would love. Loved this poem by John O'Donohue:
May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.
And then there is his blessing for a new year and shucking the weight of past years:
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 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.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.
