“so whoever loves must try to act as if he had a great work: he must be much alone and go into himself and collect himself and hold fast to himself; he must work; he must become something! for believe me, the more one is, the richer is all that one experiences. and whoever wants to have a deep love in his life must collect and save for it and gather honey.”
--rainer maria rilke, on love and other difficulties
"we are always standing in the middle of a sacred circle and that is our life. whatever comes to us and enters that space is there to teach us something."
a fragment of a mary oliver poem to resurrect by:
"why wonder about the loaves and the fishes?
if you say the right words, the wine expands.
if you say them with love and the felt ferocity of that love
and the felt necessity of that love, the fish explode into many.
imagine him, speaking, and don’t worry about what is reality,
or what is plain, or what is mysterious.
if you were there, it was all those things.
if you can imagine it, it is all those things.
eat, drink, be happy.
accept the miracle. accept, too, each spoken word
spoken with love."