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 grey 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.
When the canvas frays In the curragh of thought And a stain of ocean Blackens beneath you, May there come across the waters A path of yellow moonlight To bring you safely home.
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.
“A New Year Blessing”. Benedictus (To Bless The Space Between Us)
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"It is my hope that in these beautiful places that we've traveled through, and some of the ideas and images that we used, that it's almost as though we were casting seed into the earth of the heart. And that someday when the bleakness of the storm comes, that we might be gently surprised that a tree has grown, inside, where we can shelter, and find relief, and renewal, to continue our journey."