We spent the weekend reading Rilke by the river, and also riding our bikes, and talking in the fragrant, humid evening air until after midnight drinking wine. We spent the weekend in a place in between: sky and river, self and other, navigating whatever it means to become, to begin, to be in this life together and separately, wholly, and with abandon.
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These words made all the difference:
I want to beg you, as much as I can, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are 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. Resolve to be always beginning—to be a beginner!
From Rainer Maria Rilke's "Letters on Love"