Today there is so much to say, and not enough time to say it. The fundraising event for Ronan in Los Angeles was so profound that I am still processing it, experiencing it. More soon to follow!
Below is the poem Jennifer Pastiloff read before her yoga class, where everyone was moving and flowing for Ronan. In include it today because the weekend, for me, was like a new beginning. The beginning of hope. I am grateful
Begin again to the summoning birds to the sight of light at the window, begin to the roar of morning traffic all along Pembroke Road. Every beginning is a promise born in light and dying in dark determination and exaltation of springtime flowering the way to work. Begin to the pageant of queuing girls the arrogant loneliness of swans in the canal bridges linking the past and the future old friends passing though with us still. Begin to the loneliness that cannot end since it perhaps is what makes us begin, begin to wonder at unknown faces at crying birds in the sudden rain at branches stark in the willing sunlight at seagulls foraging for bread at couples sharing a sunny secret alone together while making good. Though we live in a world that dreams of ending that always seems about to give in something that will not acknowledge conclusion insists that we forever begin.
Brendan Kennelly (1936- )