For today’s post, I would like to offer you a poem by Eavan Boland. She was a brilliant Irish poet who left us recently.
Please tune yourself to the depth of emotion and poignancy of losing a mother as it is mingled with the symbolism and image of the “water” that makes up all of us.
Ms Boland illustrates the rich Celtic understanding of spiritual presence by uniting human soul (her mother and herself) with the Earth element of water. The heartbeat of the presence of her dying mother is carried to the daughter through the element of water. In this way, Mother Earth is holding the relationship between us all. And the Creator creates relationship eternally.
-Kirk Webb (Director of The Celtic Center)
And Soul
By Eavan Boland
My mother died one summer—
the wettest in the records of the state.
Crops rotted in the west.
Checked tablecloths dissolved in back gardens.
Empty deck chairs collected rain.
As I took my way to her
through traffic, through lilacs dripping blackly
behind houses
and on curbsides, to pay her
the last tribute of a daughter, I thought of something
I remembered
I heard once, that the body is, or is
said to be, almost all
water and as I turned southward, that ours is
a city of it,
one in which
every single day the elements begin
a journey towards each other that will never,
given our weather,
fail—
the ocean visible in the edges cut by it,
cloud color reaching into air,
the Liffey storing one and summoning the other,
salt greeting the lack of it at the North Wall and,
as if that wasn't enough, all of it
ending up almost every evening
inside our speech—
coast canal ocean river stream and now
mother and I drove on and although
the mind is unreliable in grief, at
the next cloudburst it almost seemed
they could be shades of each other,
the way the body is
of every one of them and now
they were on the move again—fog into mist,
mist into sea spray and both into the oily glaze
that lay on the railings of
the house she was dying in
as I went inside.