In the corner of my living room, two feet from where I sleep, is the closest thing I have to an alter. My sacred space.

There's a funky mirror my friend made from an old four-pane window. Pictures of my kids. A little card with a cartoon cat that says "See the Humor." Pencil sketch of a head with a tree growing from the hair. The red ceramic heart that came attached to my red ceramic LOVE mug. Vase full of peacock feathers my girls found camping. A framed poem my mom gave me about free spirits. And a card I bought for myself.

It's a Rilke quote, the card. If haven't read Ranier Maria Rilke, hit your local library. Click on Amazon. Go to Powells.com, whatever.

I read the card everyday:

"I beg you...to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."

I want to interpret, share this AHA moment with you about how I get what he's saying, finally. But those answers are just my answers.

I love having this space for "contemplating." Here is where we are doing it. Living our questions. Without even noticing it, I believe, like Rilke, we'll all live into our answers.