Pre:

Twin placed himself on IR following all the hard work making sure that his deck was well constructed. YHC offered to help him seal the deck, but he politely declined my offer to place my caulk all over his deck. So, I offered to sub for him at the Den.

Cannonball heard about the Q, and required no further motivation and HC’d himself on Tuesday. EBOB required a bit of an EH–well, in fact he required being told he had no choice but to come. Sadly, Cannonball was called away to an emergency sleepover, so he sent his regrets to the group.

Warm up:

all in cadence till I was bored with counting

Thing:

Word:

Go to the Limits of Your Longing
Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

Prayers

Twin, Friar, Hanger’s wife, European flood victims, and western clams and mussels, I guess.

Moleskine: