Very sad to hear today that the poet, writer and mystic John O'Donohue died last week. Gail and I heard him at Greenbelt last summer and loved what we heard. I've been working with John's collection of poems 'Conamara Blues' since then. This is a favourite of mine, the short poem 'Fluent':
I would love to live / Like a river flows / Carried by the surprise / Of its own unfolding.
I remember John telling a story about a dying man at whose bedside he had been. The man said, to John's delight, that he had taken a great big bite out of life. No doubt John O'Donohue did the same. Here's a link to Gareth Higgins piece about him on the Greenbelt website. And here's a blessing from John's poem 'A Burren Prayer'. May this be yours John...
Go maire na mairbh argus a mbriongloidi / I bhfoscadh chaoin dilis na Trinoide [May the departed and their dreams ever dwell / In the kind and faithful shelter of the Trinity]