Monday, January 10, 2011

The Inner Landscape of Beauty



From John O'Donohue:

The more I've been thinking about this, the more it seems to me actually is that the visible world is the first shoreline of the invisible world. ...And that in some way the poignance of being a human being is that you are the place where the invisible becomes visible and expressive in some way....

Well, I think it makes a huge difference when you wake in the morning and come out of your house. Whether you believe you are walking into dead geographical location, which is used to get to a destination, or whether you are emerging out into a landscape that is just as much, if not more, alive as you but in a totally different form. And if you go towards it with an open heart and a real watchful reverence, that you will be absolutely amazed at what it will reveal to you....

We do live in a culture which is very addicted to the image, and I think that there is always an uncanny symmetry between the way you are inward with yourself and the way you are outward. And I feel that there is an evacuation of interiority going on in our times. And that we need to draw back inside ourselves and that we'll find immense resources there....

Well, I think that the threshold, if you go back to the etymology of the word "threshold," it comes from "threshing," which is to separate the grain from the husk. So the threshold, in a way, is a place where you move into more critical and challenging and worthy fullness. And I think there are huge thresholds in every life....


Much more at:

http://being.publicradio.org/programs/2010/inner-landscape/


Beannacht [the Gaelic word for 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.

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1 comment:

A Naturalist's Daughter said...

Dr. Bardo, take a peek and tell me if, after watching this, you don't see your part here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqxENMKaeCU&feature=player_embedded