The hour is striking so close above me,

so clear and sharp,

that all my senses ring with it.

I feel it now: there’s a power in me

to grasp and give shape to my world.

I know that nothing has ever been real

without my beholding it.

All becoming has needed me.

My looking ripens things

and they come toward me, to meet and be met.

~Rilke

take good care of the here and now…..

inquiry for today~ sensing. feeling. knowing. living…..

details of living…

Life meanders like a path through the woods.

We have seasons when we flourish and seasons when the leaves fall from us,

revealing our bare bones. Given time, they grow again.

~Katherine May