Our Catherine put up such a lovely supportive comment on yesterday’s post about the nourishing Commando lunch. Thank you Catherine. Comments make for a continuation, an amplification of a thought that may not be fully formed as I propose it. The back and forth is priceless to the process of development.
Catherine’s comment has caused some thoughts about finding nourshment. And about Friday the thirteenth, today, which may be related. How does that fit together? Well, the bad feel of Friday the thirteenth has supposedly been passed down from the day the then Pope came down on the Knights Templar. Don’t know the month or year. But one day there was this order and the next a Saturday the fourteenth not. Apparently, this order was charged with belief in Gnosticism. This in a nutshell, as I understand it, is the heresy that salvation is gained by knowing secret knowledge. This is in direct opposition to the standard doctrine that salvation is open to everyone who accepts it, no secrets needed.
This is the ultimate nourishment to me and an end game. But what about all the time that we have where there are highs and lows and need of nourishment for body, mind and spirit on a daily basis. How do we find enough everyday for ourselves and those around us? How do we provide even on the Friday the Thirteenths?
Time to go and pick up Jennifer and travel to Seattle and the hospital. Had a storm over night but safe and sound now, just a little rain to nourish the soil. Till tomorrow, love, Felipe.
Ahhh, thinking of you going over the big water once again. Your courage, tenacity and good humor are a nourishment for my own soul. Sorry we missed our walk yesterday. Too much company. (Also nourishing). This poem popped into my head on reading your blog. Here it is. John O’Donohue was a great good man, and a priest. ….. it was the line “and may the nourishment of the earth be yours. And may it be so. With great affection.
Beannacht (written for his mother, Josie)
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.
“A New Year Blessing”
Benedictus (To Bless The Space Between Us)
Dana ~ such a beautiful work. Have to look up “currach” though. Looking forward to walking with you again. Love, Felipe
ahh yes, the currach- i think it’s like a canoe. Fitting.
Hope your proverbial hike over the Pyrenenese is not to rough this go around.
I’ll see you soon. Warmly, dana
Rain nourishes the earth, good food and restful sleep nourish the body, friends and family nourish the heart and faith nourishes the soul. See you on Sunday Felipe. God Bless.