tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post6823542269008674782..comments2023-07-21T05:31:02.451+02:00Comments on A Year with Rilke: With Real Love, There Are No RecipesRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-75261010207137441532011-07-20T13:59:02.100+02:002011-07-20T13:59:02.100+02:00wonder. and seriousnous! and oh my, are we ever ...wonder. and seriousnous! and oh my, are we ever not prepared for this aspect of love! perhaps once we were with more formality. i'll have to think about that. (but certainly not in today's flash in the pan way of self indulgence.) but just as anything, to look at the value of formality, if the construct is forced upon us we miss the meat of it. however, if we age into it, become wiser into it (ironically by noting our ignorance and need to work away from our ignorance) perhaps then we have a chance in the work of it. <br /><br />steven writes, <i>it's a piece of the work of being human that we are so entirely unprepared for</i>. i think this is true for any<i> well worth it</i> aspect of life like parenting or loving, living itself, or dying, as nelson echoes of rilke. here again, those things that cause us the greatest sorrows and tumult are those things that grant us our greatest value.<br /><br />and i laugh at this, our value, for even that up against - what? existence? just how significant are we? (only to us, my friends. only to us.)<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-51576787546982252112011-07-20T05:17:09.249+02:002011-07-20T05:17:09.249+02:00i'm not sure we have the ability to remove the...i'm not sure we have the ability to remove the imagined fusions, and wonder if this must be a hard work. i'm also not sure love can grow on one random moment after another. perhaps a balance of convention and randomness could work or at least prove the love impossiblelwnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-54389629020937952812011-07-20T00:35:22.681+02:002011-07-20T00:35:22.681+02:00"the claims made upon us by the hard work of ..."the claims made upon us by the hard work of love are bigger than life and essential to our unfolding, and we are seldom up to them at the outset." i had no idea and have had no idea and only no have an idea of the truth of this. it's a piece of the work of being human that we are so entirely unprepared for and yet it's the central piece for the metaphor of love leads into the deepest and richest realms of growth and insight and perception. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-40891974793452260752011-07-19T16:10:35.227+02:002011-07-19T16:10:35.227+02:00Rilke seems to say something like the work of lear...Rilke seems to say something like the work of learning to love is similar to (or, a prelude to?) the work of learning to die. And, what we learn has the potential to help others, as we are all in this work of life together. Frivolity in these things is pointless. This perspective is most helpful.Nelsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16749338478275015984noreply@blogger.com