What a joy to open my Sunday with your beautiful text ! I love the title, the words and pictures and the wisdom that unfolds here and inspires me, thank you so much Emmie 🙏 !
So beautiful Emmie! Living in Canada, I know the cycle of extreme seasonal shifts all too well. However, I wouldn’t trade it for the world! Nothing feels more exciting than the first glimpses of spring after a long, cold, dark winter. Seeing the first flowers pop their heads out of the snow is joyous! So happy that you get to experience this joy now as well :) Sending you love <3
Emmie, it never ceases to enchant me how well you describe things that are on my mind at this moment. I love your text, its gentleness, the words, the coldness and the spring that speak to me from the lines. I have thought a lot about living a second (reflected) innocence that does not separate me from things but leads me back to life. Here, winter is the time to read Rilke - hence:
To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in understanding as in creating. In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come.
"You will adapt, but not this year." There's something deeply comforting about this sentence.
I feel the same way 🥺
What a joy to open my Sunday with your beautiful text ! I love the title, the words and pictures and the wisdom that unfolds here and inspires me, thank you so much Emmie 🙏 !
Oh thank you dear Cecile !!! This means the world to me xo
So beautiful Emmie! Living in Canada, I know the cycle of extreme seasonal shifts all too well. However, I wouldn’t trade it for the world! Nothing feels more exciting than the first glimpses of spring after a long, cold, dark winter. Seeing the first flowers pop their heads out of the snow is joyous! So happy that you get to experience this joy now as well :) Sending you love <3
Kim!!! Ahhhh I imagine the seasons in Canada are so wild and beautiful too, must be incredible. So much love !
Emmie, it never ceases to enchant me how well you describe things that are on my mind at this moment. I love your text, its gentleness, the words, the coldness and the spring that speak to me from the lines. I have thought a lot about living a second (reflected) innocence that does not separate me from things but leads me back to life. Here, winter is the time to read Rilke - hence:
To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in understanding as in creating. In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come.
Always a joy to read your words Emmie and I love that Japan is finally feeling like home for you.
Ps. Your last line "Even when you can sense the light coming, it’ll often get a little darker first.", really hits the heart right now. ❤️🙏🌸
This is so inspirational.