Talking about YouTube – Xavier Rudd – “Messages/Guku”

Beannacht / Blessing

by John O’Donohue

Original Language English

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.

Recent News

I haven’t been able to respond to or report about the tragic explosion of the oil rig in the Gulf, up until now.  I have been consumed by the news of it, and while sitting in the Canadian foothills, miles from where I can SEE or SMELL or EXPERIENCE the tragedy, it is tragic none-the-less.  Daily, I fear for the state of the ocean.  Before this even happened, I was upset by the trawling and the overfishing and the fact that human beings do not look below the surface and so they do NOT REALLY KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON!  What a person does NOT experience OR SEE doesn’t bother them.  I have begun to use my art to speak of the truth, but at this point, I feel that I am helpless.
 
I know that my readers are few and that you also must be feeling this helplessness, but this blog provides a forum where I can at the very least, vent my frustration.  Lately, I have wondered if I had been diligent and hard-working; if I had studied biological science, would I be able to make a better contribution to the world than I can as an artist.  As I scan the various wildlife sites and foundations and organizations, I notice again and again, that unless I have the proper skills and training and experience with wildlife, the only other way I can really volunteer is through my financial contributions.  So, you see, I seek to understand what I can do and I become yet another citizen who stands by while the ‘experts’ try to clean up their mess.  The public consciousness has got to come to some huge collective inspired ‘thought’.  We have to work as nations, the world over, to create a common good.  We are depleting this planet.  It is evident in so many different ways.
 
As long as we enjoy our individual comforts, we do not feel the urgency of it all.  I am as guilty as everyone else.  I am seeking answers.