07/19/2026
Row Row Row
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
If you see a crocodile,
Don’t forget to scream (Aaaah!)
For more than eight decades I have been rowing my way through life, pulling against currents, navigating rapids, celebrating calm waters. And then, I discovered another way to travel merrily, merrily, merrily down the stream.
Drop the oars.
Reading Noirin Ní Riain’s Noirin Ni Riain
Sacred Rituals, affirmed this simple, profound gesture.
She writes:
“In early Irish Christianity, small bands of monks would step aboard their curraghs and launch into unknown waters. The important detail is that they carried no oars. They trusted that the Divine would guide their curraghs to the perfect journey’s end, where their mission awaited.
When you enter your altar space, you are stepping into your own saintly vessel without an oar or a compass, trusting that in the silence of prayer you will be carried to the nameless shore your soul is longing to visit that day.”
I like to imagine the monks were not careless dreamers. Before setting sail, they gathered what wisdom required, food, water, clothing, all that was necessary for the voyage. Faith did not replace preparation; it completed it.
Perhaps that is the lesson.
Do what is yours to do. Prepare well. Tend to the practical. Listen to wisdom, to intuition. Then, when the time is right, loosen your grip. Drop the oars.
There are moments in every life when striving has carried us as far as it can. Beyond that point lies another kind of journey, not driven by effort, but by trust. We discover that some destinations cannot be reached by rowing, only by surrendering to the current and allowing the hand of the Divine to carry us to our destination.
Blessing and love from my heart to your heart,
Patricia O’Shea Burns Patricia O’Shea Burns
“You lose your grip, and then you slip into the masterpiece.”
~ Leonard Cohen Leonard Cohen
“I can feel my grip loosening on my self. It is like strength failing in the hand that holds me above an abyss.”
~ Unknown