Thursday, March 10, 2011

Beauty's Promise

drops behind 
bits of blue
rain's grey

open with apricot
mixtures of pink and gold.

One last touche
pierces prisms
straight through 
leftover rain drops 
whose colors 
wink flirtatiously
 at the tip of each 
pine needle. 

I imagine
John O'Donohue's
on the western
shores of Ireland 
luring artists with
pinkish gold light
turning off and on 
each day ~




He makes me
long to be there
instead of here ~
until I see the rainbow
 canopy covering
my neighborhood ~


Ireland and the Pacific Northwest have much in common. Rain, ocean, green, and nicknames with Emerald in them. The green can become almost heavy, overwhelming, and claustrophobic at times. It is just too much with the unrelenting rain. But, when I'm gone from here, I miss the moisture and the greenery. 

Ireland's green  is a bit different because they are missing our forested acres of evergreens. Their fields are broken up with rock walls. It is a surreal green all the same, the sort that almost hurts your eyes. The rain softens the neon of it ~ as does the golden pink light. 

Once in a while, we get that same light. It feels magical. It can't be captured, only experienced. Tonight was such a night. Anyone and anything is lovely in such complimentary light. Pausing to be drenched with it is the only response. 

I have finished savoring John O'Donohue's Beauty and Anam Cara. There were parts that made me think he endorsed Marxists and Druids. [Smiling] It seemed like he believed that we are our own source, like a car putting gas in itself. But on the whole, I loved his whispy, mystical, Celtic way. I think he is bringing much pleasure to all of heaven. He didn't speak 'the lingo' which made me think creatively.

He also made me want to sell everything and move to the West Coast of Ireland! I think we'll stay here and perhaps learn Gaelic instead? 


Anonymous said...

cj and i saw a full low rainbow when i picked her up from school today.

Louise Gallagher said...

This whole post made me want to just stop what I was doing and breathe in the damp cool air of Ireland or the Pacific Coast and sigh. Deeply.

I feel soothed by your photos and your words.

(and lovely to see you today!)

Glynn said...

Beautiful, Kathleen. Sinply and wonderfully beautiful -- the poem, the photos, the words.

S. Etole said...

I'm missing the Pacific NW right about now!!!!

Joyceann Wycoff said...

Beautiful Kathleen. I never knew him except through his words but I miss John O'Donohue. I, too, think he believed we are our own source ... but not like a car putting gas in itself but like a ray of sunlight is the sun, source and form, unseparable, whole.

Love your images this morning ... I have been craving that springy, lime green.

Kathleen Overby said...

I'm glad I'm not my own Source, but have one. Him. The Star Breather and Almighty God. I AM. What a relief!
Thanks for the conversation! :)

H. Gillham said...


Beautiful pictures.

And the words aren't bad either...


L.L. Barkat said...

Did you know I just began reading 'Beauty' today? Because of you?

(You, beautiful you. :)

Anonymous said...

Loved the pictures and your words, so refreshing.and you know how I love a sunrise or a sunset.