![]() 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 into 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. by John O'Donohue (For Josie, my mother) Dear Writerly Friends, I look forward to our work, gatherings and adventures together this coming year. Please know that your time and efforts with crafting words and writing stories matters a great deal in this world. "Each day, our tribe of language holds what we call the 'world' together." –John O'Donohue Mr Roger’s 10 Precepts -- Be Deep and Simple. Be Kind to Strangers (even the stranger in yourself) Make a Joyful Noise Tell the Truth Connect with Other People Every Way You Can Love Your Neighbors Find the Light in the Darkness Always See the Ver Best in Other People Accept the Changing Seasons Share what You’ve Learned (All your Life).
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