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30 Dec

Going Far Ahead Of The Road

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, price even from a distance-

and changes us, unhealthy even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

— Rainier Maria Rilke, A Walk.

A wish for the new year, for myself, and my loved ones, and everyone: to answer our own waves, all of us. And to grasp, or seek to grasp, that which we cannot grasp, and to let ourselves be changed. And through all of it, always, to feel the wind on our faces, to let it blow our hair and kiss our cheeks and to love it, to welcome it, even when it stings.