Tuesday, November 27, 2012

the quieter and more patient and open we are in our sadnesses

Comfort food (made from the leftover fancy cheese from our wine and cheese afternoon). I sometimes thing I continue with this blog to offer solace to those who may stop by, those who may need it. But mostly I know that I continue with this blog to comfort myself.

“Do not believe that the person who is trying to offer you solace lives his life effortlessly among the simple and quiet worlds that might occasionally comfort you. His life is filled with much hardship and sadness, and it remains far behind yours. But if it were otherwise, he could never have found these words.”

That was Rilke, of course. My life isn't so very full of hardship or sadness, but neither is it perfect. Often it is good. Mostly it is good and fine. But certainly, most certainly, imperfect. 

“It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we no longer hear our astonished emotions living. Because we are alone with the unfamiliar presence that has entered us; because everything we trust and are used to is for a moment taken away from us; because we stand in the midst of a transition where we cannot remain standing. That is why the sadness passes: the new presence inside us, the presence that has been added, has entered our heart, has gone into its innermost chamber and is no longer even there, - is already in our bloodstream. And we don't know what it was. We could easily be made to believe that nothing happened, and yet we have changed, as a house that a guest has entered changes. We can't say who has come, perhaps we will never know, but many signs indicate that the future enters us in this way in order to be transformed in us, long before it happens. And that is why it is so important to be solitary and attentive when one is sad: because the seemingly uneventful and motionless moment when our future steps into us is so much closer to life than that other loud and accidental point of time when it happens to us as if from outside. The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate.” 

More from Rilke.

Lines to read in times of transition, sadness. Lines to read in the quiet winter mornings. Remembering to be patient with our sadnesses....

1 comment:

  1. As a fellow SAD sufferer, your latest posts resonate with me. Sadly, I rarely have time to enjoy those precious golden hours when the sun does shine in, but, I do have your posts. Thank you.


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