Start to see little by little
The frightening feeling I felt yesterday has faded as I began to enter every corner of this house, my house.
Each reading begins to speak to me and to resonate in the situation I am living as if each word guided the other with the sole purpose of filtering possible ways.
We meet to read some fragments of “Letters to A Young Poet” by Rainer Maria Rilke. I feel something similar to joy, the joy of having answers, of having the opportunity to simply stop and observe.
“Dig into yourself for a Deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must”, then build your life in accordance with this necessity…”
“..You must be patient like someone who is sick, and confident like someone who is recovering; for perhaps you are both. And more: you are also the doctor, who has to watch over himself. But in every sickness there are many days when the doctor can do noting but wait, and that is what you, insofar as you are your own doctor, must now do, more than anything else.”
I begin to feel something that I had never felt before. I begin to recognize spaces that I had not opened or that were accumulated behind piles of different objects.
“Life is in the right, always” Rainer Maria Rilke.