Completely unrelated, the picture above is of yours truly at age 2-3 in a neighbor's yard with a friend and a bunch of puppies. I wish I could have whispered the following poem into her ear for safekeeping...
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart
and try to love the questions themselves,
like locked rooms and like books
that are now written in a very foreign tongue.
Do not now seek the answers,
which cannot be given you
because you would not be able to live them.
And the point is, to live everything.
Live the questions now.
Perhaps you will then gradually,
without noticing it,
live along some distant day into the answer.~ Rainer Maria Rilke
How cool is this?
Just what I needed to hear at this time. Patience has never been one of my virtues.
In the meantime, I'm dipping into little pools of fun and amusement. Sewing, cooking, talking, laughing, knitting, watching (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries Series one and two on Netflix all done).
Talked to my friend in France yesterday and had my first stirrings of "oh! I can't wait to be back there!"
My knee is slowly but surely healing and I am rejoicing, finding small bits of color in my life that delight and amuse.
Love,
Stella
