Thursday, March 17, 2011

Happy St. Patrick's Day


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A blessing to all my dear friends from the book 
'Anam Cara' – Spiritual Wisdom from a Celtic World  
by the wonderful poet John O’Donohue.


A Blessing
May the light of your soul guide you.
May the light of your soul bless the work that you do
with the secret love and warmth of your heart.
May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul.
May the sacredness of your work bring healing, light
and renewal to those who work with you
and to those who see and receive your work.
May your work never weary you.
May it release within you wellsprings of
refreshment, inspiration and excitement.
May you be present in what you do.
May you never become lost in bland absences.
May the day never burden.
May dawn find you awake and alert,
approaching your new day with dreams, possibilities and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected.
May your soul calm, console and renew you.








Gaelic Greetings
~ Wishing You All a Happy St. Patrick's Day

Dia Dhuit: Hello!
Slainte: CHEERS ! / Good Health!
Ni Fhaca Me La Fada Thu: Long Time No See!
Erin Go Bragh: Ireland Forever !!!
Beannachtai Na Feile Padraig Oraibh: St. Patrick's Day Blessing Upon You!
Gabh Mo Leisceal: Excuse me :)
Go N-Eiri An T-Adh Leat: Good luck!
Graim Thu: I Love You! ;)
Curam a Ghlacadh: Take Care :)


~May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks. 
May your heart be as light as a song.
 May each day bring you bright, happy hours. That stay with you all the year long....~



"ALL ye who love the springtime—and who but loves it well
When the little birds do sing, and the buds begin to swell!—
Think not ye ken its beauty, or know its face so dear,
Till ye look upon old Ireland, in the dawning o’ the year!

For where in all the earth is there any joy like this,        
When the skylark sings and soars like a spirit into bliss,
While the thrushes in the bush strain their small brown mottled throats,
Making all the air rejoice with their clear and mellow notes;

And the blackbird on the hedge in the golden sunset glow
Trills with saucy, side-tipped head to the bonny nest below;        
And the dancing wind slips down through the leaves of the boreen,
And all the world rejoices in the wearing o’ the green!

For ’t is green, green, green, where the ruined towers are gray,
And it ’s green, green, green, all the happy night and day;
Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall,        
And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all.

There the primrose breath is sweet, and the yellow gorse is set
A crown of shining gold on the headlands brown and wet;
Not a nook of all the land but the daisies make to glow,
And the happy violets pray in their hidden cells below.        

And it ’s there the earth is merry, like a young thing newly made
Running wild amid the blossoms in the field and in the glade,
Babbling ever into music under skies with soft clouds piled,
Like the laughter and the tears in the blue eyes of a child.

But the green, green, green, O ’t is that is blithe and fair!        
In the fells and on the hills, gay and gladsome as the air,
Lying warm above the bog, floating brave on crag and glen,
Thrusting forty banners high where another land has ten.

Sure Mother Nature knows of her sore and heavy grief,
And thus with soft caress would give solace and relief;        
Would fold her close in loveliness to keep her from the cold,
And clasp the mantle o’er her heart with emeralds and gold.

So ye who love the springtime,—and who but loves it well
When the little birds do sing, and the buds begin to swell!—
Think not ye ken its beauty or know its face so dear        
Till ye meet it in old Ireland in the dawning o’ the year!"


Beannachtai agus rath oraibh:
Blessings & Best Wishes,

~Jai Krishna Ponnappan :)