falling stars ~rainer maria rilke

Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes–do you recall? And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.
~Rainer Maria Rilke

the truth about morning ~mark nepo

The truth about morning is that it is the small light of the beginning breaking through, again and again. It is a wisdom so large and clear, one which carries us through our lives so quietly and completely that we seldom see it.

Day after day, we are covered with the dust and grit of what we go through. It tends to weigh us down, and then we think and scheme and problem solve. Then we worry if it will all really work, and if it is the right thing to do. It all makes us dark and cluttered.

But despite our stubbornness of concern, we tire and must turn what has happened over to the hammock of night. This is a good thing. For no matter how unfinished we seem, the letting go into sleep is nothing short of a quiet miracle. Continue reading

this guy’s been reading my mail…

Okay. It’s happened again.

I’ve stumbled onto a book whose appearance in my life is perfectly timed, and the author is saying things I really need to hear. Lots of things. Continue reading

road weary

The strongest have their moments of fatigue.
~Friedrich Nietzsche

A few weeks ago, I drove up to the foothills of Virginia to visit with a couple of good friends who are pretty intuitive. As we were talking about this and that, one of them suddenly looked at me and said, “Where’s the exhaustion coming from?”

Busted. Continue reading

even in the dark ~mark nepo

To be broken is no reason
to see all things as broken.

Seldom seen, growing along the ocean floor, the white-plume anemone is a watery blossom. It is white lace opening under tons of black, opening as if bathed in the sun, while so far from the sun.

This is the trick to staying well, isn’t it: to feel the sun even in the dark. Continue reading