For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926).
Rilke’s lines awaken memories of a devastating loss 2+ years ago when the One I Loved Like No Other walked away to follow her own path. During the inferno of grief that followed*, my heart appears to have undergone a profound transformation. I’m now able to offer spiritual companionship to people at the end of their lives by drawing on a boundless capacity to love and be loved.
source: Mood, J.J.L. (Ed. and Trans.) (1975). Love and other difficulties. New York: W.W. Norton, pp.30-31. *In case you’re unfamiliar with that episode, I’m re-posting the “learning to grieve” tab at the top of the screen.