On this night 21 years ago I was in a hospital room surrounded by nurses and family, waiting for my child to make her wild way into the world. She came in with great furor and commotion. We were so surprised and thrilled at this perfect raven-haired baby girl! And then, I nearly hemorrhaged to death in the wee hours of December 27th. It was a prophecy. This child would bring me to that brink often - little near-deaths in my constant learning to surrender and let go. So much joy, laughter, gratitude, heartbreak and bewilderment; my life would be more vulnerable and harrowing than it ever had been before she was born. She continues to crack my heart wide open and raw, scare the hell out of me, amaze and delight me! I dont know where her path will lead her, but I know it is hers to make in her way, in her time. I trust she will have great stories to tell, empathy for others, a powerful sense of wonder and a great love for herself as she grows and changes. All the while, she consistently teaches me to stay curious, be present, give generously and breathe deeply. On the eve of this auspicious day, I wish my precious daughter freedom- freedom to: love wholeheartedly (especially yourself), choose courage, walk in other peoples shoes, feel your feelings, and be authentic and honest. Remember wherever you are, any time in your life, your mamma loves you through the marrow of my bones- always in all ways, Takara Ray, my treasure. ************************* 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 in to 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. Beannacht....by John ODonohue
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 02:22:39 +0000
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