You Who Never Arrived

by Stefani on 27-August-2007

Thank you, to everyone who took the time to post comments today about their inspirations. Thanks to you, I came away with a new (to me) revelation: how you handle the little things, as well as the big things, (the heartache, the bum deals, the tragedies and even the mean and unkind things) those moments not only create the essense of who you are, nor do they only amass a lifetime for you, they leave a legacy of strength and grace for others. I’m going to be doing a lot of thinking about what legacy I’m leaving.

I’ll have lots of time for thinking too, because the boys and I are squeezing one last summer trip in before soccer, AWANA, one day a week school and cub scouts begins. We’ll be making the 4 (or 6 depending on the bladders and stomachs of my passengers) hour drive to the sticks, where my Granny lives.

I’m going to prepost a few little blog snippets ahead of time. If all goes as expected, they will self post on their allotted day. Bear in mind though, that I may be much slower to return your comments and visit your blogs.

So, while I’m finishing up laundry and packing tonight, I thought I’d share with you some of my photos from my most recent road trip, alongside my favorite poem.

You Who Never Arrived
by Rainer Maria Rilke

You who never arrived
in my arms,
Beloved,
Who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you.
I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment.
All the immense images in me–
the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities,

Cities_2

towers,

Towers

and bridges,

Bridges

and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing.
An open window
in a country house–,

Windowjpg

and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.

Stepped_out_2

Streets that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop,
the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence
and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us

Bird

yesterday,
seperate,
in the evening…

Evening

Sarah Jackson August 27, 2007 at 7:54 pm

Ahhh…. Rilke. Now I have to go pull out the book. Have a lovely lovely time with your granny. There will be a special something waiting for your return.

My guess is 5 hours and 40 minutes. 3 potty breaks.

Molly August 28, 2007 at 5:25 am

The words and images took my breath away. Have a wonderful time at granny’s. Can’t wait for pics.

Diane August 28, 2007 at 5:38 am

Nicely done! Your photos are gorgeous. Glad the posts won’t stop while you’re at Granny’s!

beki August 28, 2007 at 6:29 am

Such beautiful photographs!

MCunningham August 28, 2007 at 9:54 am

A lovely post, thank you.

You will likely be interested in LOST SON, the new novel based on Rilke’s life and work. It quietly entered the world back in June.

Find out more at http://www.mallencunningham.blogspot.com

Cheers.

HANNAH August 28, 2007 at 10:48 am

I LIKE THE COLOUR OF THE SKY

Heather August 28, 2007 at 11:55 am

Oh my! Every time I don’t get a chance to check in on you for a few days, big things happen in your life/blog! How exciting and I think you are very deserving of those rewards. Enjoy your trip with your boys!

kristi August 28, 2007 at 12:54 pm

great pictures- congrats onthe freckled nest design team! lucky you!

dana August 28, 2007 at 2:44 pm

Have a safe trip. A memorable one too. And, congrats on the Freckled Nest thing. Sounds fun!

Marjorie August 28, 2007 at 3:57 pm

Beautiful photos. I love old houses, windows, doors, barns… thanks for the inspiration.

Stefani August 28, 2007 at 5:13 pm

Beautiful pictures. Love the poem.

Have a fun & safe trip! 🙂

kristin August 28, 2007 at 8:20 pm

stunning

heather August 29, 2007 at 4:39 am

oh i love rilke, love.

Shelley September 1, 2007 at 9:00 am

Love everything about your blog – particularly the sights and sounds of Texas, as I’m an ex-pat.

Hope you don’t mind that I’ve listed your blog on mine!

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