~A Blessing, 2025, Le Cúnamh Dé~

Dear ones,

As we approach the transition in celestial tides this coming week, I reflect on a year gone by.

I acknowledge the waning nature of creative forces within and welcome the louder presence of silence and solitude.

This quality is undeniable for those who pay attention.

And in paying attention, I cannot help but become curious about the nature of the silence—an essence of a preverbal state of being

Meeting this quality more deeply, I receive a sense of reward: the comfort of permission. Or, as Rumi guides, “Why go on talking? The most radiant in you has never said a word.”

As I experience it: why go on talking when you are resting into a space more ancient than speech?

I rest in ease and am carried by an emerging, lapping wave of memory of the year gone by—the moving of house, the passing of a friend, the long nights and even longer flights, the building of a studio, the tears of heartache, and the joys of making up. I feel the pumping of my heart, as if drawing from a well of gratitude deep below: gratitude for a life lived and for those met along the way.

I would like to extend my gratitude to you, for meeting me if only briefly and for how you meet your life in your unique way.

.. and as I sit today, there is a quality of stillness in the air after the easterly winds and rain that broke turbulently overnight. I look to the east and am reminded that although stillness is here, storms are necessary too.

I wonder where these two meet?

..and to where stillness and storm meet my intuition ushers the words 'go there, that is where your unbounding joy lives'.

And so my wish for you for this coming year is that the storms that grace your life be met with and carried by the friendship of ease and stillness, and may this ease guide you into your most joyful presence yet.

..as another wave ripples , and another pondering emerges :

Am I committed to purpose for another minute, another day, another year?

...as I sit, there is an ease in the air after the easterly winds and rain have broken overnight. I look to the east and am reminded that although ease is necessary, storms are necessary too...

I feel as if I am ready to ease into stillness and the storms for yet another year.

…Le Cúnamh Dé

Le Beannachtaí,

Daithí