[H]ave patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day. -- The German poet, Rainer Maria Rilke
This speaks to me today. My "getting well" is going way too slow. It has developed into lung and/or breast cancer, double pneumonia, beriberi, or possibly mad cow disease. None of which is my real concern...my real concern is, who's going to take care of Ruckus?
Mark went on vacation for a week. I was doing fine until I found that out...there may be a connection.
How long, oh Lord?
Thank you.
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