Posted on October 05, 2009
(the following pictures = the wife in her many states.)
"It is also good to love: because love is difficult. For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation." -Rainer Maria Rilke
(New York ready)The other day, W took time out of his crazy work schedule to tell me (via email), that something I had said the night before had impressed him. He did the kind of thing that one usually does when courting another...not after knowing them for 10 years. It reminded me that we both do that sort of thing more often than I think; and that I admire that about our relationship. When I read his words, it gave me butterflies (the free, colorful kind, not the dark, trapped kind) in my stomach. I pointed out that we must be doing something right if we can still make the other feel: chills from a new hand accidentally brushing our own, tingling lips the way a first kiss awakens us, (in a instant) loneliness transforming entirely into familial warmth---after all these years we're still learning about each other as if we're anxiously awaiting only our 3rd conversation---so much that lives inside the beautiful shell of a person, undiscovered, who sits in front of you, only waiting to be discovered by you...and you by them.
(wife. wiiiiiiiife? wife. WIFE. wife!! wife.)I really like the German poet, Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet and highly recommend reading it if you have even a glimpse of a human heart. It's a quick read and it moves me every time. I am a wife. I like being one. it is an honor. ***Song of the Moment: Stillness is the Move, by the Dirty Projectors***