Three Healing, Mindful, Prayer-like Poems to Begin Your New Year

My readers know that, even though I am a psychic, I blog about many things which I feel are related to holistic living….culture, creativity, health, humor. And poetry…which I find not to just be enriching, but also right in line with living a more healed, spiritual, deepening life. These 3 poems by wonderful, esteemed poets came to my attention in years past or as this year began, and I feel they are inspiring to share. Each one points to a way to live which is right in alignment with many of the reasons clients seek out spiritual guidance with a “personal growth-oriented” psychic such as myself. Enjoy…and please comment below!

This first is one I have loved for decades:

i am running into a new year 

By Lucille Clifton

Photo by Elizabeth Good

i am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind
that i catch in my hair
like strong fingers like
all my old promises and
it will be hard to let go
of what i said to myself
about myself
when i was sixteen and
twenty-six and thirty-six
even thirty-six but
i am running into a new year
and i beg what i love and
i leave to forgive me

This next one, I found out after reading up on it, was actually written for the Jewish New Year in autumn (always on a New Moon), but is such a beautiful and apt prayer for a new cycle:

The Head of the Year

By Marge Piercy

The moon is dark tonight, a new
moon for a new year. It is
hollow and hungers to be full.
It is the black zero of beginning. Now you must void yourself
of injuries, insults, incursions.
Go with empty hands to those
you have hurt and make amends. It is not too late. It is early
and about to grow. Now
is the time to do what you
know you must and have feared
to begin. Your face is dark
too as you turn inward to face
yourself, the hidden twin of
all you must grow to be. Forgive the dead year. Forgive
yourself. What will be wants
to push through your fingers.
The light you seek hides
in your belly. The light you
crave longs to stream from
your eyes. You are the moon
that will wax in new goodness.

And the profound Irish poet gives us a blessing for those who need hope and courage for the year ahead…such gorgeous words:

Beeanacht: A Blessing for The New Year

By John O’Donohue

Dove-Shaped Aurora Borealis, February 2016 in Iceland

On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.

And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets in to you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green,
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.

[Note: “Beannacht” is the Gaelic word for “blessing.” A “currach” is a large boat used on the west coast of Ireland.]

What is your favorite and why? Please comment below.
I wish you a wondrous year ahead!

One Thing That Gets Me Through. How About You?

Creativity…that is one great gift which gets me through this life, my own and the creativity of others. To me, it’s a great human expression of Spirit! As you may know, poetry is one area where I find such sustenance.

I was recently published in a journal with the poem below. Though not my first published poem, the publication party last week was the first time I read any of my poems to a sizable crowd. I was nervous!! Until I began to read. Then the poem took over for me. Funny how that happens, no? Friends who could not attend wanted me to share the poem. I preferred to do it as a blog in order to share it readily on social media, and to add some photos. My WordPress template made it hard to format it just as it should look, but nonetheless…here it is.



The Beauty You LeftMichelle

for my sister


As usual

you were ahead of your time

Now it’s almost fashionable

to die of cancer.


Bowl Michelle MadeThough it’s been nearly a decade

I still savor the sight of the heavy thick bowl

you made with your kids at the pottery studio

squiggles painted on bone glaze


And the milky glass vase,Vase From Michelle

another gift from you

now holding long sturdy stems sprouting

dried baby roses the size of pennies


My enameled purple earrings

replacing the original pair you bought me

which had been lost when that burglar

Earrings from Michellebroke in, stealing only my earrings


I wore them at that pricey café, where you insisted

on treating me, for getting your son to his appointment;

you’d been too nauseous from the chemotherapy.

Our final dinner out, we didn’t know your last relapse was near


The small green porcelain bull

red surfboard on it’s backMichelle's Cow

tiny yellow lei around the neck

replica of a Chicago cow sculpture


you collected them like baseball cards

this one a duplicate

that your husband gave me

after you passed


book gift-1The book about health I no longer have

you bought for me in a fit of extra

sweetness, perhaps mixed with pity

for my own lifelong maladies


You were so different from me, full of vigor

entertaining scores of friends

cooking for them and

dancing, always dancing


It’s the Scorpio mug you brought me from Israel though

with all my astrological traits in a language

I can’t even read

that made me think of you today


Most mornings I use it for turmeric tea, its nutrients

meant to bring lighted health to own my cells.

Imbibing, I relish the beauty you left

After, I scrub it to vanquish yellow stains



© Elizabeth Good