Updated: Aug 6, 2019
In the Celtic world, the old Gaelic term, Anam Ċara, translates as “soul friend.”
The experience of anam ċara is described by the late poet and philosopher John O’Donohue as, “a friendship that is not wounded or limited by separation or distance,...because they have broken through the barriers of persona and egoism to the soul level.”
It reminds me of all the women in our lives; mothers, daughters, sisters and friends who are all friends of our souls. Women who have innately learned that “understanding nourishes belonging.”
Women who truly win when we win. Women who bloom from our growth, or hold us in their light until we find our own again. When we find ourselves as our own worst enemies, they are the supporters, listeners and teachers who guide us back to the truth of who we really are.
Here is to our life’s journey full of the flow of their love and grace.
They see me,
before I see myself.
They hold up the better mirror,
of who I truly am.
They create a place,
a sacred space,
to hear myself,
to witness myself.
Allowing me to open,
and to love,
every part of myself.