Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.


I stumbled across this quote from Letters to a Young Poet the other day, and it reminded me of many things, but especially that I need to revisit Rilke, and, in particular, that book. I'm hesitant to write an "I'm-so-busy" post because, really, I'm not, no more than your average New Yorker (and maybe even less, actually). I do, however, find myself on a creative tear, as happens every now and again. It is gleeful.

Time is a great luxury--the most valuable coin we can spend, my mother always told me. For me, the best part of feeling inspired is not the heady buzz or enthusiasm about an idea (or, God willing, ideas). It's being in the work and the accompanying sense of purpose, clarification on how I spend my hours. Times like this, there's possibility, everywhere--and immeasurable safety, too. 

I searched far and wide for a picture that might capture this feeling. A sunrise? Me mugging under a bridge? A pensive profile shot? (Not so much.) Then, I found this from my dancing outing with Z, a couple years ago now. We had a ball and the run of not one, but two gorgeous studios.

On the eve of the vernal equinox, I am wishing you the same: a ball, inspiration, clarity, purpose, beautiful spaces, love...and then some. Happy spring!

Photo by WMC



AuthorSuzanne Guillette