I am at the foot of a path that I know well and yet before I take my next step, I sense-feel deeply inward and wonder what questions are stirring in my heart.
Some of these questions seem small: a recent dream still vivid in my mind, a wondering about shifts happening in my body that I don’t understand…
Details of daily life thread in and out of larger questions about intimate relationships—communal, familial, and romantic.
…or other questions arise like, Where does the impetus for awakening originate?
…and still emerging are less formed questions that live in sensations streaming through my veins, pressing outwards through my pores, or curling-piercing-saturating my heart and lungs….
…have patience with everything that is unsolved in your heart and try to cherish the questions themselves, like closed rooms and like books written in a very strange tongue. Do not search now for the answers which cannot be given you because you could not live them. It is a matter of living everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, one distant day live right into the answer. Perhaps indeed you carry within yourself the possibility of shaping and forming, as a particularly pure and blessed kind of life…
R.M. Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
I follow a less-known path to my right and wind my way up the hill, passing through a canopy of trees. Soon after the breeze passes so clearly through my being that inner and outer landscapes intermingle, until one becomes the other.
Words dissolve into chirps, calls, buzzes, hush, gurgles, streams, and the spaces in-between…..
I live my way right into the answers….although at this point I still only know them in some strange and deliciously sweet language, pulling at my heart and anchoring me to the earth….
Thank you for your presence here.
video/photos: me, October 1, 2018. Springfarm Trailhead, Mohonk Preserve.