It is sweet to be in the words of Rilke this morning, Rainer Maria Rilke, the Austrian poet of the late 1800s and early 1900s.
He’s oft quoted by many folks that I know. Oft invoked for inspiration and imagination.
You must give birth to your images.
They are the future waiting to be born.
Fear not the strangeness your feel.
The future must enter you
long before it happens.
Just wait for the birth,
for the hour of new clarity.
Perhaps there is a future that comes knocking for each of us. Sometimes a future that is smiling and wagging its tail like a joyful dog wishing to play. Sometimes a future that sees through deep and knowing eyes, slowed and tempered by what journeys of growth have required.
It does seems to me, that creativity and birth wish creativity and birth. We humans are sometimes actors. Sometimes vessels. The best life I know is in collaboration with creative mystery.
I so appreciate Rilke’s sweet words. As I sit in a moment of pause on a Wednesday morning, watching through living room window, to see birds pick leftover, fallen cherries from a nearby tree. I sip my coffee, just brewed, which also brings joy.
Future waiting (and wanting) to be born, in and around us. Yes, I appreciate these images.