I would be happy for every day to begin like this. Up early, reading a sacred story, thinking about how to share it with friends come Sunday … my lover sleeps not far away, and I will bring her juice and coffee when she wakes to a day we will spend together … tonight, God willing, the children will come home, and the house — after a week’s restful respite — will be a-clamor with their presence once more, rattling through the fridge and thumping around upstairs. Tonight, God willing, we will be all in one place.
But for now, I have these quiet, dark hours to inhabit story once more. I love these hours, Beloved. There is no better way to start a day, or to start a new year, and I am thankful. In my greed for more time like this, let me not miss this moment.
I will spend more days this year in this gratitude; I am resolved. Each day, I will look for the new thing my Beloved is doing, and find my way into it.
As I go back to work, let me share with you a blessing for this morning, this new day, this new year, in which we wake with the breath to make a new life.
A Morning Offering
by John O’Donohue
I bless the night that nourished my heart
To set the ghosts of longing free
Into the flow and figure of dream
That went to harvest from the dark
Bread for the hunger no one sees.
All that is eternal in me
Welcomes the wonder of this day,
The field of brightness it creates
Offering time for each thing
To arise and illuminate.
I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Waves of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.
May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.
May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.