Author inspired readers ranging from nuns to eco-warriors

Rite & Reason: For people jaded by the blandness of conventional Irish Catholicism, John O'Donohue opened up new vistas …

Rite & Reason:For people jaded by the blandness of conventional Irish Catholicism, John O'Donohue opened up new vistas of exploration and experience, writes Kevin Hegarty.

I knew John O'Donohue before he became a spiritual superstar. I am referring to the author of Anam Cara, which became a best-seller throughout the English-speaking world. John and I went to Maynooth in the same year. We studied together for seven years. Even then he was an impressive intellectual figure.

Most of us as first years were daunted by the hallowed portals of the college, its long and high cloisters decorated by big oil paintings of grim-faced 19th century clerics.

John found his natural habitat in the lecture halls and the library. I must confess I did not always understand him. The range of his thought and the intricacy of its expression sometimes baffled me. Wryly I comforted myself with Oscar Wilde's aphorism that "to be intelligible is to be found out".

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But John was no killjoy, wrapped in an ivory tower, looking askance at the preoccupations of ordinary mortals. He often touched down in our everyday world.

He had a capacity for fun and the grace of being able to laugh at himself. He once took part with a group of friends in the Maynooth Song Contest.

One of my abiding memories of my time in college is of John, already in thrall to the rigorous charms of the German philosopher Heidegger, belting out with gusto that hymn to coy easy living, Blanket on the Ground.

After ordination, John honed his intellect in the strict atmosphere of Tübingen, the German university. On his return to Ireland he combined lecturing with some parish work. For people jaded by the blandness of conventional Irish Catholicism, he opened up new vistas of exploration and experience.

His ecclesiastical superiors became suspicious of his growing reputation. They sought to clip his wings by imprisoning him in a busy curacy where they hoped he would have less time for flights of fancy.

They may have hoped that his imagination would wilt somewhat under the sodden weight of careful clerical conversation in the presbytery.

It was as if (former All-Ireland club champions) Crossmolina GAA confined the contribution of (star footballer) Ciarán McDonald to carrying the jerseys for their third-string team.

John took the brave decision to leave the comfortable clerical zone and strike out on his own.

From this decision has flowed a career of sparkling lectures and thought-provoking books. He has an audience that spans a huge range of human experience from ageing nuns to exuberant eco-warriors.

His first book, Anam Cara- his take on the spiritual wisdom of the Celtic world - burst on the tired religious publishing world like an array of daffodils on a dark, end-of-winter landscape.

All his books are distinguished by their philosophical underlay, his acute perception of the light and darkness of human nature, his awesome awareness of the power of landscape, his poetic intensity and his profound integrity. He has devoted himself to minting a new language for contemporary spiritual experience.

His latest work, Benedictus, is a wonderful book of blessings for a diversity of human experiences.

One of them, A New Year Blessing, is apt for the week that's in it.

A New Year Blessing

BEANNACHT

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 into 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.

Fr Kevin Hegarty is a priest of the diocese of Killala and works in Kilmore Erris, Co Mayo. This is an edited version of an article he wrote for theMayo News , which appeared last Wednesday, the day before John O'Donohue died