I’m sitting here in my office, bathed in the cool light of winter. The winds are howling outside, lifting the powdery snow high in the air. Now and then I swear I see a dancing, white fairy, but she quickly disappears with the next strong gust.
I’ve just finished readying our house for a family gathering – a Christmas party postponed when my dad became ill just before the holidays. I’m relieved and happy to say that he’s doing better and I’m looking forward to having all of us here later today.
My first thought when I woke this morning was, “I’ll never get everything done today.” But then I closed my eyes, took a slow, deep breath, and reached for a new thought:
“I have all the time I need for everything that matters.”
One of my projects was to complete this blog. As I thought about what to write, I checked email and discovered that my good friend, Nanna, sent a poem written by one of my favorite poets – John O’Donohue.
As soon as I finished reading it, I knew I wanted to share it with you. It captures so well the journey of coming home to ourselves after doing too much.
So sit back, take your own slow, deep breath, and let John’s words flow through you like music. And if you haven’t read his books, I suggest you give yourself a treat. Every single one is delicious.
I especially love his book called, Beauty.
Enjoy the magic of his words...
A Blessing for One Who is Exhausted
From To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight,
The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.
Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.
The time you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.
You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.
At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.
You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of the
When it falls slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.
Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.
Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.
This Week's Video
Here’s a short TED talk filled with poetry that leads to self-love. You can watch it here. Thanks, Gae!