Breakfast with Rilke
With Silence or a Solitary Joy
Just as bees gather honey, so we collect from all that happens what is sweetest – and we build Him. Even with the littlest, most insignificant thing, when it comes from love, we begin. We begin with effort and the repose that follows effort, with silence or a solitary joy, with everything we do alone without anyone to join or help us, we begin Him who we will not live to see, any more than our ancestors could experience us.
Yet they are in us, those long departed ones, they are in our inclinations, our moral burdens, our pulsing blood, and in gestures that arise from the depths of time.
~Rilke
Rome, December 23, 1903
"Letters to a Young Poet"
Rome, December 23, 1903
"Letters to a Young Poet"
Dear Friends,
It has been a beautiful blessing to share nine wonderful days of food for the Soul with everyone. We hope that you have enjoyed the meal as much as we enjoyed planning and preparing it for you.
We send you love and light from Puerto Vallarta.
K and P
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