tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post1347923511593606574..comments2023-07-21T05:31:02.451+02:00Comments on A Year with Rilke: You Come and GoRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-78926663628301303842011-01-29T20:27:27.370+01:002011-01-29T20:27:27.370+01:00This excerpt can be interpreted in several differe...This excerpt can be interpreted in several different ways, I suppose. Is this presence our inner selves, our deeper consciousness, our muse, perhaps God? Whatever it is, the significance for me is that adds a glow to the book we are reading; it supports and ratifies our search from meaning.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-7354602970205346182011-01-29T17:57:27.325+01:002011-01-29T17:57:27.325+01:00Soul-filling.Soul-filling.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-82868086484904336952011-01-29T16:13:05.622+01:002011-01-29T16:13:05.622+01:00This presence, to which we become accustomed, need...This presence, to which we become accustomed, needs to be attended to, in silence.<br /><br />But also, over time, the presence becomes <i>our own</i>, <i>us</i>. We get better at the language of the spirit, and we begin to think in that language of the heart and soul. We <i>acquire</i> it, as we acquire new flesh and bone, created from the fuel we consume.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.com