(And my apology to email subscribers for the premature publishing of a draft yesterday.)
Last night I read the day’s poem from A Year With Rilke before bed. Since your letter last week, I’ve been reading them aloud. This poem was actually a letter:
[..N]ow at last I can breathe. Now everything is doable. […] I did not dream that such a storm of heart and spirit could come over me. That I survived it! That I survived it. – Ranier Maria Rilke
So, this is my fortune cookie.
I was up this morning, and walked the old lady around the block. Then ran 16k before breakfast and dawn.
Everything is doable. Just one thing at a time.
You’ve made me remember to appreciate the beauty of every effort. Every moment. Every thing. To never stop doing the things that we love, no matter how difficult they might be.
Happy Christmas.
XO
Ren
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