“Live the questions,” urges Rilke.
Let me live my questions, and
Let me live my weakness, too.
Let me find my value, not so much in doing, but rather simply in deeply being.
Let me be attentive to my body’s needs and not dismiss them as annoying and disruptive of my hopes and dreams to see my name writ large and so prove my worthiness.
Let me soak up healing rest and shun my restlessness.
Let me listen in and listen to the sometimes awful stillness that can settle over my life.
Let me nurture openness to the One who sits and stands beside me in the often hushedness of my days.
No easy task. Sometimes painful. Always hard.
But it is Real, and it is my Reality.
So let me live it. Fully. Honestly. And thankfully.
Yes, thankfully. Hands joined with friends who help to ease the sometimes endless hours. With all who share my lot of chronic illness/disability.