what a day of re-membering how true these words are… what a miracle to meet each moment fully, how this moment opens us to a new world populated with the  dreams great mystery sings through us, these precious dreams we receive when we are open and present to deeply listening… i’m still feeling the rhythm of a new beginning and attending to what dreams are coming, what needs birthing… so, i turn to the celtic bard of blessing , John O’Donahue, and his poem for mothers-to-be which i see broadly as all mothers of invention, all dreamers of dreams…

Nothing could have prepared your heart to open like this.

From beyond the skies and the stars
This echo arrived inside of you and started to pulse with life
Each beat a tiny act of growth,
Traversing all our ancient shapes,
On its way home to itself.

Once it began, you were no longer your own.
A new, more courageous you, offering itself
In a new way to a presence you can sense
But you have not seen or known.

It has made you feel alone
In a way you never knew before;
Everyone else sees only from the outside
What you feel and feed with every fiber of your being.

Never have you traveled farther inward
Where words and thoughts become half-­ligth
unable to reach the fund of brightness
Strengthening inside the night of your womb.

Like some primeval moon,
Your soul brightens
The tides of essense
That flow to your child.

You know your life has changed forever,
For in all the days and years to come,
Distance will never be able to cut you off
From the one you now carry
For nine months under your heart.

May you be blessed with quiet confidence
That destiny will guide you and mind you.

May the emerging spirit of your child
Imbibe encouragement and joy
From the continuous music of your heart,
So that it can grow with ease,
Respectant of wonder and welcome when its form is fully filled

And it makes it journey out
To see you and settle at last
Relieved and glad in your arms.

may all our dreams be birthed and come alive today…