They’re harvesting the grapes in the vineyard
across the road this morning, and in the office I find a plate of windfall
apples up for grabs (tiny and sweetly tart). This unasked for bounty of the earth makes me sad, somehow; I’m
not sure why. I’m feeling fragile,
out of step with the advancing dance of time.
I’m feeling in need of some Rilke, and love this quote
which came to me yesterday—
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
image: Eger Vineyard, Hungary
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