I am currently 38 weeks pregnant, and thus our daughter could be born at any moment. We are filled with anticipation, and though working full-time, we continue to buzz around the house as if possessed by the maker urge, as I’ve come to call it. Alfred has built the nursery, and I have knit, and now sew, her wardrobe. Below is an album with photographs of this wonderful phase we’re in of getting ready.
Just came upon this passage from one of Rilke’s letters to a young poet: “To let each impression and each germ of a feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist’s life: in understanding as in creating.” For isn’t the act of creating the act of understanding?