OIZYS – Flying on the Winds of Despair

OIZYS is a goddess from the Greek pantheon and was a daughter of Nyx, Goddess of the night. OIZYS is the personification of anxiety, despair distress and worry. The Roman counterpart of OIZYS was Miseria, meaning misery. Despair is a common human experience.which can  strike us sometimes out of the ‘blue’. Riding the feelings may be the answer as we dig deep to find self-compassion once again.  I leave ‘A blessing for beauty’ – words from John O Donaghue for those of you who are travelling the winds of despair…..

OIZYS – flying on the winds of despair

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’Donohue, from Beauty – The Invisible Embrace

 

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Linda Hill
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