Isn’t it funny how sometimes an unexpected encounter points you into a certain direction and once you follow the prompt it brings you one step closer to whatever it is you just happen to be looking for, even or especially if it is an answer? This is what happened when katmcdaniel from Synkroniciti commented on my last post. I tend to look up new visitor’s blogs out of curiosity and curtesy and am glad I did so this time, too. Otherwise I would have missed this beautiful Rilke poem she had just posted.
Tag: poem
A hole in my sidewalk
I’ve been ruminating a lot lately about my need for a career change and the fears going along with it. It hasn’t served me well. The rumination I mean. Not the realization that I need to change careers. In fact, ruminating about it has amplified my fears instead of calming them, reminding me of a poem I once read about bad habits: There is a hole in my sidewalk.
my one life. today 