I won’t be around much today (Saturday) and tomorrow because my dear friend L will be in town. I’ll tell you about her sometime. But if I don’t go and mop my kitchen floor right now, I’ll be too embarrassed to let her in the door.
So for now, I’ll leave you with this:
The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
That I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can’t reach.
With my senses, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
in the ponds broken off from the sky
my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.
–Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. by Robert Bly