I am in a re-entry phase this week. I've spent the summer in another world and I did not realize how far away I've traveled in that experience. It brought up questions about my place in life and my relationship with me work... how do I continue with it and let it grow..?
There are other, deeper questions that have come up this summer, and today, I feel like a wild, weird thing in a wild and weird world. That feels unrecognizable. With a starless sky.
And I, in a leaky canoe.
Thank goodness for friends. I received a text with a link to a Joanna Macy interview on Krista Tippett's On Being and it led me to this poem... and some momentary peace of mind.
I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?
Book of Hours, I 2
Rainer Maria Rilke
“People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road does not mean they are lost."