Back from Ireland

We are home from a fabulous month abroad. The photo is not of today, but of our visit to the Kissane sheep farm, but I just received this and I love it, so I wanted to share.  The following is a lovely poem sent by our amazing tour guide, Cathie Ryan, and I wanted to share it as well.  


Beannacht  (John O’Donoghue)
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 colours,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight
 
When the canvas frays
In the currach 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.