May the colours of your soul rise

In all things and in all your ways, may there be wings behind you (angels ever by you).

May there be promise before you (vision drawing you onward).

May there be hope ever above you (comfort wrapping you in grace).

May there be strength beneath you (enthusiasm beyond yourself).

And in all times and all experiences, may the colours of your soul rise greatly within you and the light which weaves your soul to greatness will continue to shine and make a clearer way for others.

Mary Anne Radmacher.

 

When road rage turned to smiles

I took our dog Bailey for a long walk. It was pouring with rain and blowing a gale too. It wasn’t long before I was soaked through – not helped by the many drivers who failed to give me a wide enough berth. The worst were drivers of 4×4’s and buses. Even without the rain, they should have given us a wee but more space to be really safe.

Some were possibly deliberate in their actions – but I am sure most were just thoughtless. Regardless, I started “not blessing” them. Cursing them under my breath (and not so quietly!). And getting grumpier and grumpier. Road rage was heading my way.

Then I remembered it was me who needed to change. I couldn’t change their manners – but I could change how I was feeling. So from that point on when someone drove too close to me, I blessed them. I asked that they were helped with whatever was on their mind, that they had a good day, and that people would be kind and courteous to them – because clearly they needed that blessing.

And for those who gave me a wide berth? I started putting my hand up and saying thank you. Then I realised they were making me happy – so I gave them a thumbs up and a big smile.

And I got lots of big smiles back 🙂

 

This Song Of Mine by Rabindranath Tagore

What’s your song?

This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.

The song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silenced in death, my song will speak in your living heart.

 

A blessing by John O’Donohue

John is probably my favourite spiritual author – but it wasn’t until I slowed my life down that I could appreciate the beauty of his language and wisdom. May you be blessed.

May you awaken to the mystery of being here and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
May you respond to the call of your gift and find the courage to follow its path.
May the flame of anger free you from falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame and may anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul.
May you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
May you be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.

~ John O’Donohue

 

A Blessing For The Interim Time

Ever been stuck in a place you just don’t want to be? Or felt hemmed in, unable to see options? Or mired in the calm, knowing what has been your normal to date will change – but because your future is unclear, nothing is clear, and you are stuck between two worlds?

I’ve been there; a few of my close friends are there just now, and I know some others are struggling with what is, without the comfort of having any security about what lies ahead.  A treacle of uncertainty.

I’ve been reading a lot of John O’Donohue’s books lately.  I have tried to read his books before, but I struggled with the pace of the books and the poetic language, so never got a lot from them.  Yet in this year of letting go, seeing miracles, and slowing down, I am learning to appreciate the beauty of his writing.  He has a book of blessings, called To Bless The Space Between Us; I posted one on St Patrick’s Day… and I hope that this blesses you who are in that place, so you know a new dawn will come.

 

A Blessing For The Interim Time

When near the end of day, life has drained

Out of light, and it is too soon

For the mind of night to have darkened things,

No place looks like itself, loss of outline

Makes everything look strangely in-between,

Unsure of what has been, or what might come.

In this wan light, even trees seem groundless.

In a while, it will be night, but nothing

Here seems TO believe the relief of dark.

You are in this time of the interim

Where everything seems withheld.

The path you took to get here has washed out;

The way forward is still concealed from you.

“The old is not old enough to have died away;

The new is still too young to be born.”

You cannot lay claim to anything;

In this place of dusk,

Your eyes are blurred;

And there is no mirror.

Everyone else has lost sight of your heart

And you can see nowhere to put your trust;

You know you have to make your own way through.

As far as you can, hold your confidence.

Do not allow your confusion to squander

This call which is loosening

Your roots in false ground,

That you might become free

From all you have outgrown.

What is being transfigured in your mind,

And it is more difficult and slow to become new.

The more faithfully you can endure here,

The more refined your heart will become

For your arrival in the new dawn.

By John O’Dononhue