(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.
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