No Feeling is Final.

today the winds are unreal in boston. it is already cold--in the 20s--but the wind makes the night seem unbearable. last night i was in gloucester, and spent time with sarah. today i had lunch with alyssa before taking the train home.

when i walked into our north end apartment, our front door was wide open.... i couldn't find ophie any where. i panicked! searched the apartment top to bottom, through on my coat and hat again and walked up and down the street looking under the cars and in doorways. when i came back up, fear spreading quickly inside of me, ophie waltzed out of whereever her most secret hiding place may be, and rubbed against my legs.

here is a poem that has meant alot to me several times during this past year, from Rainer Maria Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
Then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly here:

You; sent out beyond your recall,
Go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame.
And make big waves I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself loose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.