Last week was the first week in the five years I have been doing a blog that I didn’t post something. I intended too and then felt the silence was the right post. Silence isn’t emptiness – it is fullness.
To be silent
Each of these states evokes a range of feelings, thoughts … behaviours.
I have been journeying with one for whom silence was the language of God and his yearning to be in union with the silence led to deep monastic practices with all the discipline of a mystic. I revolved around his world like a moon around a sun. Meeting his every need, whim, fear, hope.
The banshees are riding on the wild winds this morning, late to the occasion, but in time for me. I have been holding on for so long, they are arriving to shake me about to let go and let down. Elementally speaking, I find myself in The Burren and can feel her beneath my feet. Stepping carefully to avoid the hidden holes, I am consistently unsuccessful, unsteady steps on my lunar landscape. To help I go fetch my John O’Donohue poetry book – Conamara Blues – and the page marked is A Burren Prayer. How is it the cellular memory and my earlier self has prepared a path for me today? All of creation conspiring to help me, so I can rest into silence.
What a gift and I am silenced and in awe. A key revelation is to put down what has been, to be soothed and to rest into this liminal space. To wait. To be still. To find the stillness beyond exhaustion. In the midst of all this life goes on. There is a wedding in a week, another family member having a job interview tomorrow … there is no perfect timing only time and no perfection is required. My promise to tomorrow is to rest and to wander in the Burren as required and called.
A Burren Prayer
Maria de Petra Fertilis:
May the praise of rain on stone
Recall the child lost in the heart’s catacomb.
May the light that turns the limestone white
Remind us that our solitude is bright.
May the arrival of gentians in their blue surprise
Bring glimpses of delight to our eyes.
May the wells that dream in the stone
Soothe the eternal that sleeps in our bone.
May the contemplative mind of the mountain
Assure us that nothing is lost or forgotten.
May the antiphon of ocean on stone
Guide the waves of loneliness home.
May the spirits who dwell in the ruin of Corcomroe
Lead our hearts to the one who is beautiful to know.
Go maire na mairbh agus a mbrionggloidi
I bhfoscadh chaion dilis ns Trinoide.
(May the departed and their dreams ever dwell
In the kind and faithful shelter of the Trinity.)
– John O’Donohue