A Seasons greeting-" Beannacht "
On the day the weight deadens on your shoulders, and you stumble,

may the clay dance to balance you.
And when your eyes freeze behind the gray window,

and the ghost of loss gets into you,may a flock of colors indigo, red, green, and azure blue,
come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays and the currach of thought,

and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you,

may there come across the waters a path of 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 around you,

an invisible cloak to mind your life.- John O'Donohue