“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
Rainer Maria Rilke ‘Letters to a Young Poet’ (1934)
The wind out side the window makes the trees shake so their leaves and acorns fall so abundantly is nearly sounds like rain. I smile and sigh and resolve to live and love this season of my adventure, questions and all.