I find myself looking inside more often these days - seeking a touchstone of sanity, something - anything - that will quell the incessant talking heads and provide solace and a certain peace.
Today I found just that in the Song of Amergin, written several hundred years before the birth of Christ, and, reputedly, the first poem ever to be composed in Ireland. I can count on the Celts - my beloved ancestors - to never let me down when I'm feeling lost and in need of reminding that there is something greater, grander, and more powerfully and wonderfully good than the smallness, pettiness, and vileness that so many fellow beings seem happy to choose and perpetuate today. It puts things in perspective and reminds me that there is so much more than what the 24/7 news would have us believe.
I am the wind on the sea.
I am the ocean wave.
I am the sound of the billows.
I am the seven-horned stag.
I am the hawk on the cliff.
I am the dewdrop in sunlight.
I am the fairest of flowers.
I am the raging boar.
I am the salmon in the deep pool.
I am the lake on the plain.
I am the meaning of the poem.
I am the point of the spear.
I am the god that makes fire in the head.
Who levels the mountain?
Who speaks the age of the moon?
Who has been where the sun sleeps?
Who, if not I?
My wish for all of us today is that we might find that quiet place where that certain peace resides - and that we might all find there, in that place deep inside, our better, more noble selves and realize that we are one and need to do a whole lot better. Because we can.