Whatever it was that led me back to the poem Beannacht by John O’Donohue, I must thank the Universe. The world has only to listen to his dear Gaelic voice to feel at peace and to know all will be well.
I strive to look for the blessings of a day.
Black-eyed Susans line the drive-thru at CC’s….
The cardinal will not stop tweeting!
My fingers are full of paint.
The classroom floor has paint splatters.
Even my blow dryer is splattered with paint.
I’m painting end-of-the year projects with messy kids.
My daughter is outside reading a magazine
soaking up sun, Vitamin D and Vitamin R (relaxing).
Along with John O’Donohue, I bless you.
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.