Visiting my family after months away, I’m enjoying some of my own play-time on this lazy-feeling, rainy Sunday.
Instead of some of my own words, I’m passing along some of Rilke’s – far cleverer than me. I’ve been keeping a copy of them in the back fly-leaf of my notebook for years now and finding it, in the cliched way of many recovering hippies, very helpful.
“I beg you… to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try and love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer…”