Well, the end of 2007 comes to a close. Our beautiful baby is wriggling around but resolutely remaining inside so it looks as though 2008 will be our birth year. We are huddled in, wrapped in the warmth of the fire and of love, counting the many blessings in life.
This has been a hard and an incredible year, bringing the greatest of joys and the deepest of sadnesses. Through that journey, my heart has grown deeper in Love and found a certain peace in the quiet moments.
Poem, November 27th
There is a certain peace
that falls with grief:
the first hush of snow,
still life before the cold.
It strips us bare,
wraps us in its fold
singing whispers.
(Victoria Bennett, 2007)
And so, on these eve of turning points within our lives, I send to all of you a greeting of love and a wish that your coming days bless you with love, joy and the peace of knowing the truth of your own heart, and may the wonder of life continue to stop you in your daily routine and make you look again and rejoice, even when the heart is wounded.
I'll finish now with a well known Irish blessing - one that speaks to me of all we can wish for each other...
This has been a hard and an incredible year, bringing the greatest of joys and the deepest of sadnesses. Through that journey, my heart has grown deeper in Love and found a certain peace in the quiet moments.
Poem, November 27th
There is a certain peace
that falls with grief:
the first hush of snow,
still life before the cold.
It strips us bare,
wraps us in its fold
singing whispers.
(Victoria Bennett, 2007)
And so, on these eve of turning points within our lives, I send to all of you a greeting of love and a wish that your coming days bless you with love, joy and the peace of knowing the truth of your own heart, and may the wonder of life continue to stop you in your daily routine and make you look again and rejoice, even when the heart is wounded.
I'll finish now with a well known Irish blessing - one that speaks to me of all we can wish for each other...
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
The rain fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
The rain fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
2 comments:
A very strong, lovely poem Vik. Still no sign of Boris though?
ooh you must have had the babe by now! A little Capricorn! Just like me... boy or girl? anyway, he/she will be wise beyond their years when they are born.. solemn even but growing younger with each day..that is me and I just turned 50 on January 1st..
blessings to you xoxo
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