Like a River

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.I want to free what waits within me so that what no one has dared to wish for

may for once spring clear without my contriving.

If this is arrogant, God, forgive me, but this is what I need to say. May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.

Then in these swelling and ebbing currents, these deepening tides moving out, returning, I will sing you as no one ever has,

streaming through widening channels into the open sea.

Rainer Maria Rilke – Book of Hours, Love Poems to God



Image from Joy Thigpen.

This struck such a deep chord in me that I've been thinking about it for weeks. I knew I had to share.

There are days, we've all been there, when it feels like nothing will ever flow easily. Where it feels hard to make it through the day. Where you question yourself, your taste, your dreams. Then that nasty, nasty comparison bug kicks in and before you know it- you've been sucked down a rabbit hole of feeling sorry for yourself.

I can guarantee that for each of you out there trying to forage your own way, to cut your own path, that you know exactly the type of day I'm talking about. Where feeling great and being on top of things feel like they might just be impossible. Your To Do list is kicking back at you, and you're almost ready to let it in. You aren't alone.

You're foraging this path because you believe SO MUCH in the destination that you're willing to put in the hard work. You know your quality of life will be better, your happiness greater, and the number of lives you touch larger.

It's interesting where we find inspiration for how we live our day-to-day lives and find inspiration for our creative endeavors. I really do hope that whatever is in me, whatever is meant to be, will someday just flow.

Hang in there.