I came across a baby Jackdaw last evening in the grounds of the monastery at Moone. It was still somewhat unsteady in flight and was taking a rest on the ground, seeming a little bit intimidated by the next step it has to take in life, having to let go and learn to fly.
How surely gravity’s law,
strong as an ocean current,
takes hold of even the strongest thing
and pulls it toward the heart of the world.
Each thing-
each stone, blossom, child –
is held in place.
Only we, in our arrogance,
push out beyond what we belong to
for some empty freedom.
If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.
So, like children, we begin again
to learn from the things,
because they are in God’s heart;
they have never left him.
This is what the things teach us: to fall,
patiently trusting our heaviness.
Even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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What a fabulous post Karl, thank you!
Hi Chris,
Nice to hear from you. Thank you. I was more concerned for the little frightened bird but decided to trust in the way of nature.
Hope you are enjoyiing the good weather
Karl
Yes I was concerned for the little bird too, but sometimes nature needs to be left alone; we can aggravate situations cant we, Im loving the weather, time in the garden for my ongoing bee themed photos! But it’s becoming difficult; I may need to invest in a bite switch. There’s always a solution! 😊.
Just a “by the way” our daughter in law came first in a Kildare 10k run last Sunday!! The fastest woman in town! 😄😄
This is one of my favourite poems by Rilke. I can’t count the number of times I’ve pushed out beyond what I belong to or listened to another woman’s story of having done the same thing. Maybe that’s how we learn what we’re NOT made of, and who we’re really meant to be.
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This is one of my favourite poems by Rilke. I can’t count the number of times I’ve pushed out beyond what I belong to or listened to another woman’s story of having done the same thing. Maybe that’s how we learn what we’re NOT made of, and who we’re really meant to be.
Thanks, WillowMarie for sharing this content and leading me to another lovely blog…
You’re very welcome Todd.
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Thanks to WillowMarie for sharing this…
Lots of wisdom in that poem. Thank you for sharing it!
Hi Jenny,
Yes there is. These days the line – we “entangle ourselves in knots of our own making” instead of just surrendering – resonates with me. Thank you for commenting and for your sharing of your journey on your blog. Best wishes from Ireland, Karl