I still don't feel settled about all of this, but I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Sometimes you just wake up and you're in a different mood, so I'm shooting for that. Although I had some pretty upsetting dreams last night, so I'm hoping that won't be a recurring thing.
A good friend just shared a poem with me that I think it's important I end the day on. I don't usually feel very comfortable with the term God in my personal spirituality, and I don't usually read poems about God, but this one feels good and I want to make a place for it:
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousnes.
Give me your hand.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
Thanks, friend. Couldn't do it without you. Best way to end the night.