Anam Caras

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Blair’s Birthday 

Born rooted and strong as the oak goddess
Into a scorpion storm

She knew to transform to the protectress and hawk 

To fly and yet
Sit still enough
To know their folly 

The center of it for the wit she fell in
For all the best wins have come
Friendships have grown
She imparts in the Joy

And yet she will still stand back and somehow know more 

Warrior, she has the knowing when to pause
When to cipher with mother strength
The cause of love and justice 

She knows no time
As nature and the scenery rebirth her constant

The new breeze over the rolling hills outside the window

The walk in moonlight alongside the large dog

Connecting to and with partner
sister
friend
daughter
Mother
Father 

The strength we all can feel a country apart 

For she knows that the straight path across the lake must also include cuts from left to right 

Her warrior goddess in a time of change knows her own transformation 

It spills over to influence
The gift of courageous love
We receive 

She needs no witness and even more still now
She has the power to stand back and know how
in spirit
to soar again

Owen, Moley and Noirin

Remembering Ireland Journey 

Welcome Benneacht 

Come well with me 

The invitation now placed on my heart 

Broadened by these anam words

Noirin to me
I understand
she points to the divine
a light given at birth

Into the heart
Rooted from mothers
On Irish land 

No Christianity required
But even that was welcomed here 

Come back then
My heart beckons
to the poetry of the land 

Where the goddesses drank from wells in equal delight 

Atlantic Sea
And skelllig monk
Unfolds his land to me

As naturally as Kevin to a small bird

Only love required to cross this Irish threshold
Both dark and light 

A home of no time 

As Moley sings
Goodbye is too the welcome 

Hearth winning over the beckon
My Cara awaits me there 

So many friends
To walk with
David on the golden roads
Witnesses drop to green

Her spirit, yes Her
Is guiding us
always home 

Again and again
to the light stepped dance of the heart

David Whyte's Mother

He speaks of her often

She is there
And now
Here with him

As he walks in the Burren
Being held in memory and comfort
Minimizing any space between us and that love

To remind of the Divine
The rounded curl of an apron
A small child grasps
At their initial landscape

Before the journey embarks
Only to come full circle
To the realization
We are a part of her 

She has never not been
Our entire land and sky
Below, above and all encompassing

Leaving us to now wonder
Could anyone ever feel alone