"Worthwhile Things"

acrylic on canvas, framed, image is 30" x 36"

You look and soon these two worlds both leave you,
one part climbs towards heaven, one sinks to earth,
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unansweringly given to the eternal as that thing
that runs to a start each night and climbs--
leaving you (it's impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing
so, that sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

Rilke, "Sunset"

There is a holy intensity about the close of day. It signals the arrival of the dark--that deep and mysterious time with the power to awaken the connection in all living things to our common beginnings in the womb. As the veil of night descends it takes us with it, creating an opportunity to place our own lives within the ineffable scheme of existence. I believe it helps us to see it is through acceptance of the paradox of daily life that we create beauty and meaning.