2. Today is beautiful and amazing. The first weekend we've been home in months and not had a million things to do. I finally got the last couple boxes unpacked, found my bandannas (two Ns?? Who knew!) (helpful since my hair is so short now), basked in the sunlight while I walked to the library and was able to get work done not in the middle of the night while slapping myself to stay awake. Work is much more pleasant when you aren't exhausted.
3. This poem is amazing. Just stop reading now if you're not interested.
I read it here in you very word
in the story of the gestures
with which your hands cupped themselves
around our becoming - limiting, warm.
You said live out loud, and die you said lightly,
and over and over again you said be.
But before the first death came murder.
A fracture broke across the rings you'd ripened.
A screaming shattered the voices
that had just come together to speak you
to make of You a bridge
over the chasm of everything.
And what they have stammered ever since
are fragments
of your ancient name.
-Rilke
Some quick comments or my thoughts on that poem- maybe I just miss writing papers on amazing things I read.
It fills my mind with a burst of images. God's hands cupped warmly around my image as it's shaped from the dust. The singing that I imagined happened at the dawn of the world. The shrieks of grief and a lightening bolt of darkness as that first death shatters through a world fresh and brimming with life, love, hope. And now we're left with the fragment. Scared of the future, suffering at times, confronted with suffering often. And so the words are given to us- live loudly (to remind us, to point us in the right direction, to awaken us), die lightly (to soften it, to reassure us, to assuage our fear) and be over and over (because we forget too easily to be - alive, ourselves, in the moment).
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