A favorite Irish blessing

Just a quick post to say happy St. Patrick’s Day, friends! I wanted to share my favorite Irish blessing with you today:

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For many years, the choir at my church in Raleigh sang this blessing at the end of each service, and I can’t read the blessing without hearing their beautiful voices in my mind.

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May the Lord hold you in the palm of his hand.

See you back here tomorrow with a new post.

On poetry and place, and an Irish blessing for writers

My thoughts have been on Ireland of late, probably because St. Patrick’s Day is fast approaching. I missed last year’s St. Patrick’s Day parade in Raleigh, one of the largest parades the city hosts each year. After the parade, an all-day street festival breaks out, and I’m always torn between hanging out at the festival or going home to watch the ACC tournament. It’s an easier decision if my team is already out of the tournament.

This year, I’ll miss the parade, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to find tournament coverage out here. If it weren’t for Duke (Coach K’s wins) and Syracuse (sanctions), I’m not sure the ACC would have made it into the papers here at all this season. But I digress.

Along with a daily devotion, I’ve also been spending time in the mornings reading through The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats, a tome I brought home from Ireland several years ago. I could have easily bought it at home, but I wanted it to come with me from Yeats’ own country.

County Sligo—the setting of many of Yeats’ poems and the place where Yeats spent much of his youth—has embraced Yeats as its greatest poet, and you’ll find a Yeats literary trail throughout the county. County Sligo is one of my favorite places on this earth, mostly for its rugged beauty and friendly people, and seeing a place so embrace its native poet only endeared it to me even more.

I read a poem of his yesterday that instantly transported me to a churchyard in Drumcliffe in County Sligo.

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This sculpture beautifully interprets Yeats’ poem He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

The final line resonates with me. Artists share our dreams with the world in many forms, and we hope the world will embrace what we offer.

Several friends of mine have released new books this year, and one of the most prominent (if superficial) ways the world treads on these books is by inviting reviews on websites such as Amazon and Goodreads. Some reviewers tread softly, offering warm words and a four- or five-star review. Others stomp and crush with cruel reviews. If I were to offer an Irish blessing to my writing friends this year, it would look something like this:

May your light always burn bright.
May your pen’s ink freely flow.
May Amazon’s reviews bring only delight,
And silence the one-star review.

How about you? What dreams of yours do you hope the world will treat with kindness? What Irish blessings would you like to share with your friends to uplift them?

Will you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by going to a parade or seeing Irish dancers or listening to some fiddle tunes? Maybe you’ll read a Yeats poem or two? If you do, I hope you’ll let me know your favorite lines. However you choose to celebrate, have a happy St. Patrick’s Day.

Do bloggers get sick days?

Here it is Wednesday, the day of the week I usually post something, and yet, I don’t feel much like sitting at my computer. For several days, I’ve been fighting a cold, and yesterday, the cold started fighting back even harder by moving into my lungs, firing up a fever and making everything generally pretty achy. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to take today off.

But I’ll share with you one of my favorite Irish blessings, so very true for me this week, as I’ve found myself grateful for a warm, dry house during days of rain, wind and cold, and also thankful for warm cups of tea:

May you always be blessed
With walls for the wind.
A roof for the rain.
A warm cup of tea by the fire.
Laughter to cheer you.
Those you love near you.
And all that your
Heart might desire.

My heart desires a good night’s sleep and clear lungs. Maybe your heart desires spring to come quickly? There are a few signs in my garden that spring is on its way. Look for pictures in the coming weeks. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a little indoor cheer and a hope that the only fever you have is spring fever:

A paperwhite in bloom brings springtime inside, even in winter.

A paperwhite in bloom brings springtime inside, even in winter.