On World Mental Health Day – To the person lost in darkness, our tiny flame may be the road to safety

Have you known darkness? I have.  Dark, sticky, no hope darkness, the kind that makes you want to end the pain, the kind that pulls you down into places where you feel no pain.  And I've known the darkness of days and nights filled with anxiety and worry.  But I've learned how to stay well, and I try to be a light for others.  I love this..

 

 


"We are not saints; we are not heroes. Our lives are lived in the quiet corners of the ordinary. We build tiny hearth fires, sometimes barely strong enough to give off warmth. But to the person lost in the darkness, our tiny flame may be the road to safety, the path to salvation.

 


It is not given to us to know who is lost in the darkness that surrounds us or even if our light is seen. We can only know that against even the smallest of lights, darkness cannot stand. A sailor lost at sea can be guided home by a single candle. A person lost in a wood can be led to safety by a flickering flame. It is not an issue of quality or intensity or purity. It is simply an issue of the presence of light." Kent Nerburn

May you be blessed with good friends, by John O’Donohue

May you be blessed with good friends,

And  learn to be a good friend to yourself,

Journeying to that place in your soul where

There is love, warmth and feeling.

May this change you.

 

May it transfigure that which is negative, distant,

Or cold within your heart.

May you be brought into real passion, kindness,

And belonging.

 

May you treasure your friends.

May you be good to them, be there for them

And receive all the challenges, truth and light you need

©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