Offered by Therese Ryan
We have an other treat for you in this edition, not only has Therese Ryan recorded herself reciting and beautifully relecting on this beautiful poem, it was also written by another one of our members, the very talented Eibhlín Nic Eochaidh. It is a poem full of hope and renewal.
Give yourself plenty of time to sit back and listen to this wonderful poem and see what resonates and arises within you.
Poem
Aiseírí
Red hair
damp and limp:
first leaves,
crinkled silk,
unfold like wings
on sticks of the one
Japanese Maple
in our garden.
Confined to a pot.
Imprisoned
for its own protection.
Living inside
the shelter where
two walls meet.
Ignored each Winter.
A miracle in Spring.
by Eibhlín Nic Eochaidh
Reflection
This poem was written by my friend Eibhlín nic Eochaidh and I’m delighted to share it with you. Aiseírí is the Irish word for resurrection. The poem brought for me an appreciation of the fragility and beauty of beginnings. Sometimes we need to erect boundaries to protect what’s emerging. This happens within me too. When I’m Focusing and something new comes, I make space for whatever wants to arise. I protect it from the harsh inner critic and shelter it from the outside world. Now that I know Focusing, I welcome the tender shoots which long to bloom. I trust their sense of how to carry life forward. They know how to express themselves fully and beautifully in the world. This is the miracle of Focusing.
Therese Ryan
October 2024
