tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post3022875639374138928..comments2023-07-21T05:31:02.451+02:00Comments on A Year with Rilke: The Vastness of ConnectionRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-87218782176331271062011-01-08T13:44:44.618+01:002011-01-08T13:44:44.618+01:00what a cool idea for a year projectwhat a cool idea for a year projectStratozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148600260976577216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-35590362290368189802011-01-08T05:38:53.127+01:002011-01-08T05:38:53.127+01:00The phrase "spine-chilling stars" is so ...The phrase "spine-chilling stars" is so evocative. <br /><br />The excerpt in its entirety is marvelous but I especially like "I will yearn for no closer connections/ and accustom my heart to its farthest reaches." <br /><br />For me, there is a sense here that we best leave ourselves in the hands of the One (God) than some false idol.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-15344257892715801052011-01-07T21:26:16.006+01:002011-01-07T21:26:16.006+01:00Erin's undulation--how it merges with yesterda...Erin's undulation--how it merges with yesterday's quote: "Life always says Yes and No simultaneously." The necessary tension--and elasticity (which is not possible without tension, is it?)...<br />But to stand astonished before the stars, to will his heart to live among the spine-chilling stars as on a clear winter's night they are. A soul's cry.<br />I am still reminded of van Gogh...dshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07616750784052488695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-12902026328534657612011-01-07T20:38:35.233+01:002011-01-07T20:38:35.233+01:00I'm very interested in that, Erin. That the un...I'm very interested in that, Erin. That the undulation is necessary. The tension of opposites is necessary for something to be created, according to the Tao. What you said about elasticity being necessary for growth, and even for the thoughts themselves, is true, I feel.<br /><br />It reminds me of Rumi, who seems to always offer an opposition to every concept. Just when I think I've figured something out, its opposite is waiting to pounce.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-65550757826050373142011-01-07T16:46:58.580+01:002011-01-07T16:46:58.580+01:00This undulation between the large and small, the m...This undulation between the large and small, the magnificent and the mundane, between significance and non at all. It is hard work, and necesesary for the soul, as though in just the thoughts alone, the elasticity required promotes growth.<br /><br />xo<br />erinWoman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-63354184955190847902011-01-07T12:53:22.694+01:002011-01-07T12:53:22.694+01:00This posting seems connected to the previous two p...This posting seems connected to the previous two postings on the impermanent nature of our lives. We ask ourselves these existential questions about our power and our connections, but, intuitively, we already know the answers. As Ruth suggests, we come from stardust and it is to stardust that we return. During the meantime, the best we can do, as Rilke states, is to live with the spine-chilling stars, rather than the pretense of something hovering nearby. We could ask, of course, if the thing we pretend to be hovering nearby and the spine-chilling stars are the same thing, but that can wait for another day — and perhaps more computer power that is now technologically available.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-9924716754289460752011-01-07T12:50:28.627+01:002011-01-07T12:50:28.627+01:00man - the hovering back and forth between the litt...man - the hovering back and forth between the little person and the great realms of everything is breathtaking! this is quite a journey lorenzo. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-86714726349377422292011-01-07T12:48:33.382+01:002011-01-07T12:48:33.382+01:00Thank you for the post!Thank you for the post!annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-38105731788000178732011-01-07T11:34:54.654+01:002011-01-07T11:34:54.654+01:00Fear of the grandeur of, and in, ourselves -- what...Fear of the grandeur of, and in, ourselves -- what does it hold us from? What does it keep back, from us, and in us? We do not allow ourselves to be ruled by the stars, because we don't believe we are worthy, or powerful . . . that we <i>are</i> the stars. We don't love ourselves that much, to see it, past the hovering ceiling. What if . . . ?Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-40770374558489821802011-01-07T10:56:05.716+01:002011-01-07T10:56:05.716+01:00This is awesome - and a little frightening - in it...This is awesome - and a little frightening - in its emotional and intellectual honesty. 'Spine-chilling' is the word that gets to me. Lorenzo is spot-on in his remark about interlocking beauty and terror.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-25000246638992070112011-01-07T09:52:34.293+01:002011-01-07T09:52:34.293+01:00To feel connected with everything, yet protected b...To feel connected with everything, yet protected by nothing... eerie. No wonder Rilke often wrote of the part of us where beauty and terror meet and interlock.Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07522265816460154722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-46418216448087611172011-01-07T06:19:01.138+01:002011-01-07T06:19:01.138+01:00"I stand astonished. Oh the great stars."..."I stand astonished. Oh the great stars."<br /><br />Such power in just those 2 sentences. I stand astonished at Rilke. Daily. Here.*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.com