Saturday Serenade

by pieces of moments

Maybe you have already noticed, but if you haven’t, I am instituting a new feature here on this little plot of internet earth that I cultivate: each weekend there will be a “Saturday/Sunday Serenade” post. It’s mostly to remind and encourage myself to spend at least a few minutes doing nothing but sitting and letting some music wash over me…and to let you in on it, too, if you want (and I hope you do!).

Last Sunday it was mostly Schubert (previously it was A Far Cry). This Saturday, we return to the woman whose music has had the greatest impact on my life, both purely a musical standpoint, and through her spirit that diffuses through her lyrics. In a lot of ways I feel she’s the modern day Rilke, asking everyone to look at life full in the face, to embrace what they don’t know, to do brave work every day to rise against the fears that desire to keep them cut off from their own existence.

Fear = death.

Love = life.

Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
– Rainer Maria Rilke –


all the stillborn love that could have happened
all the moments you should have embraced
all the moments you should have not locked up
so clearly:
to shut yourself up
would be the hugest crime of them all

aren’t we scaring ourselves
aren’t we trying too hard?