I didn’t know, when I went to Ireland, that my primary reason for going was to visit John O’Donohue’s grave. Who could know such a thing? It’s not as though I even knew exactly where to find it. Or that when I found it I would feel such a powerful homecoming.
Two years on, that day stands out from all the other Irish days. Each was a blessing, a joyous adventure. But our day on the Burren is the one I return to in memory again and again.
John O’Donohue described the landscape he was born into as “waiting like a huge wild invitation to extend your imagination.” That’s what Lone Wolf and I experienced that day.
Once you’ve climbed to the top of the ridge, the land sweeps out toward Galway Bay, the Aran Islands, and the distant Connemara hills.
In this gorgeous short film by Andrew Hinton, David Whyte takes me back to that day. The path he is walking is the path we walked. It is the path John O’Donohue walked as a boy. The path that extends a huge wild invitation.
May you hear an invitation, as David Whyte says, even where there is no invitation.
May your path be blessed.