Inside the Dishes and In the Glasses

"Sometimes a man stands up during supper
and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking,
because of a church that stands somewhere in the East.

And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead.

And another man, who remains inside his own house,
dies there, inside the dishes and in the glasses,
so that his children have to go far out into the world
toward that same church, which he forgot."

Ranier Maria Rilke, translated by Robert Bly; from The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart: A Poetry Anthology by Robert Bly, James Hillman, and Michael Meade


Are you willing to die not heading to the East; where things are born; new days and beginnings arise?

Are you willing to make choices that will hold you in place and stifle you so that your children must go out to live in the place you forgot?

What are you waiting for? Permission...an invitation...hand-holding? Do it. Stop mamby-pambying around and become that man you want to be. Don't you think the world deserves to see what you have to give?

I do not care if you attend the New Warrior Training Adventure...although there is great value there...I care that you step into the risk of being you, however that comes about.

Nearly ten years ago, I took the risk to be a better man; to get out of my own way. You can to.

I'm out.
Old-faithful Wolf

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