My brain is overfull. Today Dave asked me if I could call someone to straighten out a bill that was due and I had to sit down on the floor, head in hands and breathe slow. The reality of moving house in less than 2 weeks is beginning to sink in. Having had a wonderful breakfast with a few close friends yesterday morning I found myself crying as I drove away. It’s strange, to be packing boxes and unpacking grief all at the same time.
For this poetry tuesday I thought I’d do a search to see what the poets say about moving. I found a few but I stopped when I reached Rilke because he spoke further into the depth of this whole thing than I had intended. This is a deep well, this is…Rilke lowered a bucket and drew me some water…I am thankful.
The deep parts of my life pour onward,
Rainer Maria Rilke