A Blessing for Beauty May the beauty of your life become more visible to you, that you may glimpse your wild divinity. May the wonders of the earth call you forth from all your small, secret prisons and set your feet free in the pastures of possibilities. May the light of dawn anoint your eyes that you may behold what a miracle a day is. May the liturgy of twilight shelter all your fears and darkness within the circle of ease. May the angel of memory surprise you in bleak times with new gifts from the harvest of your vanished days. May you allow no dark hand to quench the candle of hope in your heart. May you discover a new generosity towards yourself, and encourage yourself to engage your life as a great adventure. May the outside voices of fear and despair find no echo in you. May you always trust the urgency and wisdom of your own spirit. May the shelter and nourishment of all the good you have done, the love you have shown, the suffering you have carried, awaken around you to bless your life a thousand times. And when love finds the path to your door may you open like the earth to the dawn, and trust your every hidden color towards its nourishment of light. May you find enough stillness and silence to savor the kiss of God on your soul and delight in the eternity that shaped you, that holds you and calls you. And may you know that despite confusion, anxiety and emptiness, your name is written in Heaven. And may you come to see your life as a quiet sacrament of service, which awakens around you a rhythm where doubt gives way to the grace of wonder, where what is awkward and strained can find elegance, and where crippled hope can find wings, and torment enter at last unto the grace of serenity. May Divine Beauty bless you. -John O’Donahue ….. Pictured here is my son, Jacob, nearly seven years old. He holds a box of ashes, the sacred remains of my parents’ dog Gus. You can see his name, Gus Trnka, inscribed into the box. What I see in my son is a willingness to give of himself, even when there is no obvious return for his extension. I see, not only in this moment, but in all his moments, a willingness to be vulnerable, to claim his full range, to honor his need to roam and his need to cuddle. The fearlessness and innocence of his heart remarkable. The eye of my work tracks the Divine Feminine. Today I honor her sacred and vital counterpart – the Sacred Masculine. It’s said that girls in our culture absorb gender conditioning around what is acceptable for girls by age twelve. For boys, it’s generally age six. And I can understand why. Toys, games, clothing, and entertainment are generally fiercely segregated for children, meant to instruct what is ok depending on your gender. And as my Jacob grows, it becomes increasingly difficult for me to find toys for him that don’t focus on violence or winning. We are all beautiful, confusing, miraculous expressions of Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine both. My invitation to you, in this twilight hour, is to sit within yourself and allow both of them space. Read the Beauty Blessing Poem, out loud, as a love-letter to them each. For beauty is the natural outcome of unity. This unity, this beauty, is the blessing that you are.