work, obsession, and making memories
What amazing writing! It sounds like you are building a beautiful life.
Aww thank you, Zoe!
so enjoyed reading this. keep on………
Love you!! 🩷🌷
Another poem I’m reminded of:
Go to the Limits of Your Longing
Written by Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated and read by Joanna Macy
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Book of Hours, I 59
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
-Rumi
I admire your courage to remain tender and exposed to all the sensations and emotions a full and vibrant life has to offer…
This post reminded me of a poem by Jane Miller titled ‘May You Always be the Darling of Fortune’ :
March 10th and the snow flees like eloping brides
into rain. The imperceptible change begins
out of an old rage and glistens, chaste, with its new
craving, spring. May your desire always overcome
your need; your story that you have to tell,
enchanting, mutable, may it fill the world
you believe: a sunny view, flowers lunging
from the sill, the quilt, the chair, all things
fill with you and empty and fill. And hurry, because
now as I tire of my studied abandon, counting
the days, I’m sad. Yet I trust your absence, in everything
wholly evident: the rain in the white basin, and I
vigilant.
Love you Erica ❤️
What amazing writing! It sounds like you are building a beautiful life.
Aww thank you, Zoe!
so enjoyed reading this. keep on………
Love you!! 🩷🌷
Another poem I’m reminded of:
Go to the Limits of Your Longing
Written by Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated and read by Joanna Macy
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Book of Hours, I 59
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
-Rumi
I admire your courage to remain tender and exposed to all the sensations and emotions a full and vibrant life has to offer…
This post reminded me of a poem by Jane Miller titled ‘May You Always be the Darling of Fortune’ :
March 10th and the snow flees like eloping brides
into rain. The imperceptible change begins
out of an old rage and glistens, chaste, with its new
craving, spring. May your desire always overcome
your need; your story that you have to tell,
enchanting, mutable, may it fill the world
you believe: a sunny view, flowers lunging
from the sill, the quilt, the chair, all things
fill with you and empty and fill. And hurry, because
now as I tire of my studied abandon, counting
the days, I’m sad. Yet I trust your absence, in everything
wholly evident: the rain in the white basin, and I
vigilant.
Love you Erica ❤️