We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.
- Joseph Campbell
I am in a mellow mood today, still entranced with the rapidity with which plants are growing this year. We've had drought the last three years, so it is fascinating to see what a little moisture will do to plants. I think the same is true of our heart. Since I first heard it, I've loved the greeting, Namaste, "I salute the spirit within you," or "I bow to you." I am thinking this morning it might be wise to wish each other a moist heart, ripe with waterfalls and seeps. Our French drain is complete and other work done and I feel as though the house is circled with care. There is more to do. The work underneath the house shows that there is dry rot under the shower so a new project will begin in May but for now all feels welcomed into spring.
I am with Rilke this morning.
What You Cannot Hold
You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing
that is more than your own.
Let it brush your cheeks
as it divides and rejoins behind you.
Blessed ones, whole ones,
you where the heart begins:
You are the bow that shoots the arrows
and you are the target.
Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back
into the earth;
for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.
The trees you planted in childhood have grown
too heavy. You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.
Rilke: Sonnets to Orpheus I, 4