I wanted to ask you some of the questions that chased me around on the day of my Wellkeeping vigil. The answers that came are here too.

• Does the Good outweigh the Bad? (No)

• Does the Bad outweigh the Good? (No)

• Does the Darkness pursue the Light across this world? (Yes)

• Does the Light chase down the Darkness across this world? (Yes)

Several days after 9/11, as I watched a commercial jet pass high above, no more than an illuminated dot, I murmured, “Hundreds of souls”

Over the years, many sights have recalled that day, and that phrase, to mind. Churches, theaters, schools of fish, flocks of birds, oversold jets, all hold fascination and contemplation in equal parts for me - common purpose being the draw.

When the truth sparks - that we are one - and we are able to settle into this truth, the focus narrows, and allows us to see what’s expected, needed, and yearned for.

Forgiveness, acceptance, and love

The pendulum swings wildly and blindly now - neither extreme will vanish or bow to the other - but as we settle into our truth, we will calm the wildness, and see the path we all travel.

BEANNACHT

John O’Donohue

On the day when

The weight deadens

On your shoulders

And you stumble,

May the clay dance

To balance you.

And when your eyes

Freeze behind

The grey window

And the ghost of loss

Gets in to you,

May a flock of colours,

Indigo, red, green,

And azure blue,

Come to awaken in you

A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays

In the currach of thought

And a stain of ocean

Blackens beneath you,

May there come across the waters

A path of yellow moonlight

To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,

May the clarity of light be yours,

May the fluency of the ocean be yours,

May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow

Wind work these words

Of love around you,

An invisible cloak

To mind your life.

Currach (a small round boat made of wickerwork covered with a watertight material, propelled with a paddle; a coracle.)