Uncertainty, fear and anxiety; learning, teaching, and sometimes simply keeping going. Together they have left me drained and weary of mind and spirit, so with this brief pause at last upon us, I am taking the time to relax and recharge, to regroup and reflect. And I am heeding the advice of the Irish poet, author, philosopher and one-time priest John O’Donoghue, whose soothing words I leave you with today.
This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
May those ‘fresh pastures of promise’ soon be within our sight…
Thank you Fran, beautiful words.
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