It Really Was This Beautiful 

It Really Was This Beautiful 

I formally brought my career/calling as a psychotherapist/trainer to a poignant closure by teaching at the end of June at the Cape Cod Institute. And I formally celebrated the transition into retirement/Renaissance by climbing Lassen Peak  (yesterday as I write this) and watching the mid-night moon’s reflections on Summit Lake.

This post is a placeholder for continuing these posts on the complexities of our world and of our psyches next week. In praise of the earth, and in gratitude to the poets/adventurers who help us deeply live that.

In Praise of the EarthBy

John O’Donohue

Let us bless

The imagination of the Earth.

That knew early the patience

To harness the mind of time,

Waited for the seas to warm,

Ready to welcome the emergence 

Of things dreaming of voyaging 

Among the stillness of land

And how light knew to nurse 

The growth until the face of the Earth

Brightened beneath a vision of color.

When the ages of ice came

And sealed the Earth inside

An endless coma of cold

The heart of the Earth held hope,

Storing fragments of memory

Ready for the return of the sun.

Let us thank the Earth

That offers ground for home

And holds our feet firm

To walk in space open

To infinite galaxies.

Let us salute the silence 

And certainty of mountains:

Their sublime stillness,

Their dream-filled hearts.

The wonder of a garden

Trusting the first warmth of spring

Until its black infinity of cells

Becomes charged with dream;

Then the silent, slow nurture

Of the seed’s self, coaxing it 

To trust the act of death.

The humility of the Earth

That transfigures all

That has fallen

Of outlived growth.

The kindness of the Earth,

Opening to receive

Our worn forms

Into the final stillness.

Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth

For all our sins against her:

For our violence and poisonings

Of her beauty.

Let us remember within us

The ancient clay,

Holding the memory of seasons,

The passion of the wind,

The fluency of water,

The warmth of fire,

The quiver-touch of the sun

And shadowed sureness of the moon.

That we may awaken,

To live to the full

The dream of the Earth

Who chose us to emerge

And incarnate its hidden night

In mind, spirit, and light.