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 gray 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.

~John O’Donohue

calling in the deep hope….

inquiry for today~ wise action and wise hearts weave endlessly….

what is true….

This morning,

I bless myself with tenderness.

I let the first light soften

the places in me that feel tired.

I bless my heart for all it carries,

and the gentleness that rises in me

like a small, steady flame.

I bless my feet for carrying me,

and my hands for all they

hold with love and care.

I bless the soft places in me,

the ones still learning to trust.

I bless the strength that lives in my chest.

I bless my soul that

longing for peace and

finds joy in small, ordinary moments.

I bless the path ahead,

even the parts I cannot see.

I will walk into this day

rooted in my own kindness.

~r.i.o.