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At the end of the year

Farewell 2019. Here is a beautiful poem I came across again recently that says everything more eloquently than I can.

At the end of the year
John O’Donohue

The particular mind of the ocean
Filling the coastlineā€™s longing
With such brief harvest
Of elegant, vanishing waves
Is like the mind of time
Opening us shapes of days.

As this year draws to its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them.

The days when the veil lifted
And the soul could see delight;
When a quiver caressed the heart
In the sheer exuberance of being here.

Surprises that came awake
In forgotten corners of old fields
Where expectation seemed to have quenched.

The slow, brooding times
When all was awkward
And the wave in the mind
Pierced every sore with salt.

The darkened days that stopped
The confidence of the dawn.

Days when beloved faces shone brighter
With light from beyond themselves;
And from the granite of some secret sorrow
A stream of buried tears loosened.

We bless this year for all we learned,
For all we loved and lost
And for the quiet way it brought us
Nearer to our invisible destination.

dressed for success

In December I was the host/MC for a 3000 person event in Dublin that required me to draw on all my skills as an entertainer, writer and performer. I am in my element in these types of settings, but with a good shot of nerves to keep me on my toes.

It was a truly all-encompassing creative endeavour. To keep everyone in that room connected and engaged, was a huge lesson in tearing down the invisible walls between performer and audience, and building a sense of occasion and community that would stay with everyone long after. A coupe of costume changes helped too.