unsayable things

This past month has been a whirlwind of endings, beginnings, transitions, and perhaps most importantly, celebrations.  And as I have tried to sort through all of it, my words just never seem to genuinely grasp all of the gratitude, wrestling, peace, resolve, and excitement that were so present throughout.  Apparently it is impossible to wrap this past month with a pretty little bow.  So instead, here’s an excerpt from Letters to a Young Poet and a few film photos.  I read the excerpt last night and in the midst of my half asleep stupor, I realized that it perfectly describes why I have been struggling to express myself well.

“Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.” – Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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