Time Is Where Eternity Unfolds


The writer goes to his desk each morning to meet the empty white page. As he settles himself, he is preparing for visitation and voyage. His memory, longing and craft set the frame for what might emerge. He has no idea what will come. Yet despite his limitations, his creative work will find its own direction to form. Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness, the more original and creative our time will become.

from, Benedictus/To Bless The Space Between Us

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bheith

Still brings the calming cheer of spirits honoured and revered, He whispers breaths of kindly beauty to raise, reveal what lies within, He waits and listens to echoes turning, no doubts are spread upon his soil, Embracing bounties, flowing moist urges, all he carries overflows and soars eternal. To John, I feel your presence, my [… read more]

Thank You John

I bought Anam Cara some years ago, it is where I go to when I need some nourishment for my soul. I bought Benedictus after that but I could never get my head around poetry so I didn’t read it too often. Last October my first baby a little girl was sadly stillborn at 40wks [… read more]

Saturday Full Moon Midnight in Eugene

“I would love to live Like a river flows, Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding. This Prayer, titled “Fluent” in John’s Conamara Blues, is his shortest poem. Yet it is so profound that at its deepest, it invites synchronicity, natural wonder, and reverence. I am practicing contacting John, even after these five longing [… read more]

For John and His Family

John’s voice fills the rooms of my home. He is a dear friend. I will sometimes talk a bit to him, commenting on the beauty of his words. I believe one day I’ll make a pilgrimage to Connamara. He has sparked a desire in me to explore the sacred land he loved. While my eyes [… read more]

For John O’Donohue

Dear Family of John, I recently left the corporate world to freelance and commit to my own creative writing. In Oct. 2012, I had ordered his book, To Bless the Space Between Us, but I had not opened it until I left my job. On my first day at home, I wept as I read [… read more]

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