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Ich komme aus meinen Schwingen heim
- by Rainier Maria Rilke
I come home from the soaring in which I lost myself.
I was song, and the refrain which is God
is still roaring in my ears.
Now I am still
no more words.
To the others I was like a wind:
I made them shake.
I’d gone very far, as far as the angels,
and high, where light thins into nothing.
But deep in the darkness is God.
-from Rilke's Book of Hours – Love Poems to God
I'll be keeping to my tradition of taking a few days and nights in October to be at the Oregon coast alone, and will drive over this afternoon. What began in 2001 as a spiritual trip in my mother's memory (she died on October 27, 2000 and we scattered her ashes at sea from a boat out of Depoe Bay) has in more recent years become that and more: my time to connect with my Self.
This will be my first time coordinating the trip on my sobriety anniversary, and I think it will start a trend for the future. It seems fitting.
When I made my room reservations on Tuesday afternoon the inn clerk said the weather at the coast is indeed what has been predicted: stormy, rainy, windy -- making another first in my October solo trips there. But bring on the storms. I'll be in a beautiful room with private beach access and a book, lots of memories, and maybe some new insights. I'm going unplugged and will look forward to responding to your comments when I return home.
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