** we'll be the wild ones running with the dogs today

all those rushing about

with lists and wishes to fulfil

take a moment if you can

to breathe

we did that here yesterday

on the hills of Sonnac

we sat 

the sound of cowbells

birds

 fresh crisp air

we gathered juniper, pine and rosemary

then back home I put them onto my fireplace

a festive forage

happy holidays my dears

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

— RAINER MARIA RILKE, LETTERS TO A YOUNG POET  —