Anam Cara [Anthology]

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

INTRODUCTION

1 BEGINNINGS

Matins

A Morning Offering

A Blessing for the New Year

In Praise of Fire

For a New Beginning

For Light

For the Artist at the Start of Day

For a New Home

For a New Position

2 DESIRES

For Eros

For Freedom

For Love in a Time of Conflict

A Blessing of Angels

For Longing

In Praise of Air

For the Senses

For Presence

For Friendship

For Belonging

For Absence

3 THRESHOLDS

For Your Birthday

For the Traveler

For a Mother-to-Be

For a New Father

For a Friend on the Arrival of Illness

At the Threshold of Womanhood

At the Threshold of Manhood

For the Parents of One Who Has Committed a Crime

For a Parent on the Death of a Child

For Old Age

For Death

To Learn from Animal Being

In Praise of Water

4 HOMECOMINGS

As a Child Enters the World

In Praise of the Earth

For a Mother

For a Father

Grace Before Meals

Grace After Meals

For a Brother or a Sister

On Waking

On Meeting a Stranger

On Passing a Graveyard

To Come Home to Yourself

At the End of the Day: A Mirror of Questions

Before Sleep

5 STATES OF HEART

For Courage

For an Exile

For Solitude

For an Addict

For Failure

For Grief

For the Interim Time

For Beauty

For a Prisoner

For Suffering

For One Who Is Exhausted

For Equilibrium

For Loneliness

6 CALLINGS

For Priesthood

For Marriage

Elemental Blessing for a New Home

For the Farmer

For a Nurse

For the Time of Necessary Decision

For the Unknown Self

For Work

For One Who Holds Power

For Citizenship

For a Leader

Axioms for Wildness

7 BEYOND ENDINGS

At the End of the Year

The Inner History of a Day

For the Family and Friends of a Suicide

For Broken Trust

For the Breakup of a Relationship

For Retirement

For Someone Awakening to the Trauma of His or Her Past

On the Death of the Beloved

For Someone Who Did You Wrong

After a Destructive Encounter

For Celebration

For Lost Friends

Entering Death

For the Dying

Vespers

TO RETRIEVE THE LOST ART OF BLESSING

The Eyes of Jesus

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

About the Author

Also by John O’Donohue

          FOR OLIVIA LEONARD,

Soul to soul

Through all the years

Introduction

There is a quiet light that shines in every heart. It draws no attention to itself, though it is always secretly there. It is what illuminates our minds to see beauty, our desire to seek possibility, and our hearts to love life. Without this subtle quickening our days would be empty and wearisome, and no horizon would ever awaken our longing. Our passion for life is quietly sustained from somewhere in us that is wedded to the energy and excitement of life. This shy inner light is what enables us to recognize and receive our very presence here as blessing. We enter the world as strangers who all at once become heirs to a harvest of memory, spirit, and dream that has long preceded us and will now enfold, nourish, and sustain us. The gift of the world is our first blessing.

It would be infinitely lonely to live in a world without blessing. The word blessing evokes a sense of warmth and protection; it suggests that no life is alone or unreachable. Each life is clothed in raiment of spirit that secretly links it to everything else. Though suffering and chaos befall us, they can never quench that inner light of providence.

While our culture is all gloss and pace on the outside, within it is too often haunted and lost. The commercial edge of so-called “progress” has cut away a huge region of human tissue and webbing that held us in communion with one another. We have fallen out of belonging. Consequently, when we stand before crucial thresholds in our lives, we have no rituals to protect, encourage, and guide us as we cross over into the unknown. For such crossings we need to find new words. What is nearest to the heart is often farthest from the word. This book is an attempt to reach into that tenuous territory of change that we must traverse when a threshold invites us. Each blessing is intended to present a minimal psychic portrait of the geography of change it names. Without warning, thresholds can open directly before our feet. These thresholds are also the shorelines of new worlds. The blessings here attempt to offer a brief geography of the new experience and some pathways of presence through it.

It has been a daunting undertaking over several years to create these blessings. A blessing evokes a privileged intimacy. It touches that tender membrane where the human heart cries out to its divine ground. In the ecstasy and loneliness of one’s life, there are certain times when blessing is nearer to us than any other person or thing. A blessing is not a sentiment or a question; it is a gracious invocation where the human heart pleads with the divine heart. There is nothing more intimate in a life than the secret under-territory where it anchors. Regardless of our differences in religion, language, or concept, there is no heart that is without this inner divine reference. It is the modest wish of this book to illuminate the gift that a blessing can be, the doors it can open, the healing and transfiguration it can bring. Our times are desperate for meaning and belonging.

In the parched deserts of postmodernity a blessing can be like the discovery of a fresh well. It would be lovely if we could rediscover our power to bless one another. I believe each of us can bless. When a blessing is invoked, it changes the atmosphere. Some of the plenitude flows into our hearts from the invisible neighborhood of loving kindness. In the light and reverence of blessing, a person or situation becomes illuminated in a completely new way. In a dead wall a new window opens, in dense darkness a path starts to glimmer, and into a broken heart healing falls like morning dew. It is ironic that so often we continue to live like paupers though our inheritance of spirit is so vast. The quiet eternal that dwells in our souls is silent and subtle; in the activity of blessing it emerges to embrace and nurture us. Let us begin to learn how to bless one another. Whenever you give a blessing, a blessing returns to enfold you.

A blessing is a difficult form to render. I have endeavored to write them as poetically as possible, but they are not poems. A poem is an utterly independent linguistic object. It begins with its first syllable and ends with the last; in between it is its own force field. In contrast, the blessing form has an eye to the outside in order to embrace and elevate whatever is happening to someone. It is direct address, driven by immediacy and care. A poem is inevitably more oblique; it works deep underneath conversation.

This sequence of blessings follows seven rhythms of the human journey: beginnings, desires, thresholds, homecomings, states of the heart, callings, and beyond endings. The temptation in writing blessings is to employ the word God at every juncture. I have chosen not to do this. First, it would be utterly repetitive; second, the word God is too huge to allow any other word to breathe beside it. Furthermore, it is unnecessary; God is omnipresent, and life itself is the primal sacrament, namely, the visible sign of invisible grace. The structures of our experience are the windows into the divine. When we are true to the call of experience, we are true to God.