Hi to all,
A friend of mine gave me a reflection written by Irish poet John Donoghue (who BTW died unexpectedly this year at the age of 52) which I found very insightful. I think where you are in your AN journey may influence to some degree your appreciation of the reflection. While I love the thoughts expressed, I still have a hard time reading it and truly meaning it, some days more so than others. I thought I would share this reading with all of you. I do not mean to offend anyone with this, but thought some of you would find the reflection as I did --- expressing some thoughts I could never articulate so well and challenging me to see the bigger picture and find within me a bit of courageous hospitality for my AN.
Peace,
Zoe
A Blessing for a Friend on the Arrival of Illnessby John O'Donohue
Now is the time of dark invitation
beyond a frontier that you did not expect.
Abruptly your old life seems distant.
You barely noticed how each day opened
a path through fields never questioned
yet expected deep down to hold treasure.
Now your time on earth becomes full of threat.
Before your eyes your future shrinks.
You lived absorbed in the day to day so continuous
with everything around you that you could forget
you were separate.
Now this dark companion has come between you.
Distances have opened in your eyes.
You feel that against your will
A stranger has married your heart.
Nothing before has made you feel so isolated
and lost.
When the reverberations of shock subside in you,
may grace come to restore you to balance.
May it shape a new space in your heart
to embrace this illness as a teacher
who has come to open your life to new worlds.
May you find in yourself a courageous hospitality
towards what is difficult, painful and unknown.
May you use this illness as a lantern
to illuminate the new qualities that will emerge in you.
May your fragile harvesting of this slow light help you
release whatever has become false in you.
May you trust this light to clear a path
through all the fog of old unease and anxiety
until you feel a rising within you,
a tranquility profound enough to call the storm to stillness.
May you find the wisdom to listen to your illness,
ask it why it came,
why it chose your friendship,
where it wants to take you,
what it wants you to know,
what quality of space it wants to create in you,
what you need to learn to become more fully yourself,
that your presence may shine in the world.
May you keep faith with your body,
learning to see it as a holy sanctuary
which can bring this night wound
gradually towards the healing and freedom of dawn.
May I be granted the courage and vision
to work through passivity and self-pity,
to see the beauty God can harvest
from the riches of this dark invitation.
May I learn to receive it graciously,
And promise to learn swiftly
that it may leave me newborn,
willing to dedicate my time to birth.
[I have not seen the poem so I have guessed at stanzas and line breaks.]
http://www.johnodonohue.com/ 
