These are words that in one way or another were gifted to me. I like sharing them with you — it’s nice to know that the people I love know what’s running around my head as a embark to Argentina. I will be writing to you as I live into my 9 month English teaching stint in Rio Grande, Argentina. Down at the very bottom in the Tierra Del Fuego Province.
“I Don’t Mind” by Joseph
I see you getting sad
I feel it running through your blood
Let it run like water out of mud
You think you're crazy
Yell the sadness loud
Throw it up against the wall
See what stays then go and put it on
It keeps you wild
Go to the Limits of Your Longing
by Rainer Maria Rilke; translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows
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 hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Give me your hand.