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From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (194)


For The New Year



(For the original photo - thank you to our friend Ben)



Looking back, it was, among other things, Rilke’s year. Here at Die Restory we have talked about him, he has often surfaced in our reflections on something and he was brought in on a few occasions to serve in the Opening and Closing Prayers of our meditations. He speaks our language. And hopefully, over time, he has influenced our voice.

 

Against that backdrop, and with the gathering of bits and pieces of Rilke here and there, our message to you here at The Restory:

 

 

In The Doorway Of A New Year

(With thanks to Rainer Maria Rilke)

 

At the turning of the year,

we are invited not to rush ahead,

but to live the questions a little longer.

 

To trust that what is unfinished,

what feels unclear or tired,

may still be quietly at work within us.

 

The new year does not ask for answers,

only for presence.

For a willingness to stay close to what is real —

to the rhythms of breath and body,

to the slow work of listening,

to the grace hidden in ordinary days.

 

What if this year is not something to master,

but something to receive?

Not a problem to solve,

but a story still being told.

 

Here, in silence and companionship,

we learn again that becoming takes time.

That meaning ripens when we attend,

not when we force.

 

As the year opens before us,

may we be gentle with what is unfinished,

faithful to the work of presence,

and patient enough to let the deeper story

find its own words.

 


With much love and deep gratitude that you are part of our lives.



George & Matilda




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