In the Rilke workshop, we speak of the history of Christianity and Judaism. It is a background for what Rilke was working to understand, and embody, so that he could create his own experience, his own creation and exchange with God, reciprocality. I feel how ignorant I am of tradition. I was not raised in it. We were a family of the 50's, constantly moving, following my father's job.
I have lived in this house now almost 29 years. I have roots. I have old friends now, and new ones, new ones every day it seems. Cancer opens up a whole new world. A woman who helps run the MV Library contacted me yesterday about what the library could do to support women with breast cancer. I realize there is wonderful support for those with cancer, but less for the families and friends. I suggested she orient what she creates toward families and friends.
We discussed the value of fiction in helping people with cancer. A quick scan showed 150 fiction books dealing with breast cancer. When I spoke with Diane, who heads the Circle Library for breast cancer she said she feels the real "story" is so incredible that fiction cannot compare. It is true that I have not been into fiction with all of this, but I see where it might support those who are in support.
The day is lovely. It is Memorial Day weekend. We attend a wedding tomorrow at Silverado Country Club. It is a weekend so full, and spacious that I sit, enthralled, listening to bird song and watching the shades of light. I am with boundaries today, who I am, and where I end, and where the rest of the world begins, and ends, and I see there is no beginning and ending, , just as there is no life and death. All is. In this moment, all is. In this moment, I am a particle, and then, there is the wave.
I return now to the stable. All is stable for me. I am the baby in the manger, the animals, the history, and all that surrounds. I am content. I feel whole today, circular, round.