Love the Questions

There's something about these old pieces of barnboard that make me think of questions. I'm not sure you'll understand. I wonder what other people think when they see these, if anything. I don't know. I'm in a bit of a hurry so I'll keep this short.

I started my new "gig". And, I knew everything was going to be okay when I saw a quote on a wall that was full of postcards. It was a quote that has a lot of meaning for me because I remember when I first got involved with Mac and I was madly in love with him and it was all new and there were so many reasons why it shouldn't proceed that I first read this quote. I remember reading it to him on the phone and because of the age difference and so many other reasons I could almost hear his eyes roll up and back out of cynicism but because he was in love with me too, he was just - well -loving and patient and careful with my youth in his response. That memory makes me smile now. It lets me recapture just a bit of the feeling as I read it again wistful and sad that such a connection I have never found again...

"Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day."-Rainer Marie Rilke