“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves.” Rainer Maria Rilke I am jogging in the city on a hot summer day, and my legs are in a rhythm, carrying me without much guidance through small crowds, past roses and bus...
I lose sight of us at times; the way that fish can’t see the ocean; the price of lovers swimming in their love. When we first fall in love, the powerful force of possibility grips us and pulls us along deeper and deeper into the days. When first shaping the bonds of...
As an inlet cannot close itself to the sea that shapes it, the heart can only wear itself open. One of the hardest blessings to accept about the heart is that in the image of life itself, it will not stop emerging through experience. No matter how we try to preserve...
We need to count by touching not by adding and subtracting. When we count with our eyes, we stall the heart. For the eyes can see clearly what is broken without ever feeling the break, and the mind can calculate the loss without ever sewing up the wound. Without...
Those who drink from the one water gaze at the same stars. The climb was long. The day was hot. Tom had thought ahead and had frozen his water bottle, so his water would stay cold. But once he drank what had melted, he was left with a small chunk of ice rattling in a...
