don’t forget

If it’s not bought by now, it won’t be.

It’s not wrapped, I may get round to it.

I intend to do cleaning before Nana and Grandad get here. I always have good intentions.

None of that is the important stuff.

It’s all about the caring and sharing (could I get a job as a card cliché writer?), the being together, making time, having fun, making memories.

Warmth, cosiness, enveloping hugs. Lazy days, walks and cuddles. Holidays. Yeah!

A Pinterest family Christmas
A Pinterest family Christmas

Let’s not forget to make room in our minds and lives for those who aren’t having the clichéd holiday time- those grieving, those facing health or financial problems, those without family or warmth around them. Let’s not let them be forgotten. Let’s be there, walking alongside.

You are not alone in this.

Beannacht / Blessing

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.”
―     John O’Donohue,     Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

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6 thoughts on “don’t forget”

  1. I have someone in mind who needs this poem. Thank you, Fiona. You are always sensitive to those who feel the tug in a different direction! And I couldn’t agree more about what’s important. I am still letting go of several ideas that sounded good a month ago…they really don’t matter. But two little girls do…and your two “a little bit bigger girls” are where it matters most, I’m sure. ox

  2. What an incredible poem. “…may the clay dance to balance you”. Could anything more wonderful happen? I’m pinning this on my board, Fiona. It is truly wonderful. Thanks for this post.

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