From the depths of holy silence, I give thanks for the joy and energy of life. May all beings enjoy the vitality of their existence.
I remember all who suffer great pain and long-term illness. May the Healer of Hurts breathe balm and restoration into all wounded lives.
May all negative, angry and harmful attitudes that I harbor within me be transformed into new and available life.
The dance of a Summer day calls my steps: may I respond to the rhythm and melody of its music.
– Caitlin Matthews
Excerpted from The Little Book of Celtic Blessings
Element Books, 1994
Excerpted from The Little Book of Celtic Blessings
Element Books, 1994
See also the previous Wild Reed posts:
• A Summer Sunset Psalm
• O Breath of Summer
• In Summer Light
• Summer Blooms
• Summer Boy
• The Dancer and the Dance
• To Dance . . .
• The Soul of a Dancer
• The Art of Dancing as the Supreme Symbol of the Spiritual Life
• Not Whether We Dance, But How
• Awakening the Wild Soul
• Our Bodies Are Part of the Cosmos
• Our Dance
Image: Pran Saikia (photographer unknown).
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