Wednesday, July 23:
Occupied with the children and the house. R. works and is on the whole well. The people are now working on our burial vault.
R. goes to the Riedelsberg to discuss the roof-raising ceremony. I accompany him part of the way and return home through the meadows in a lovely sunset.
Deep reflection as I walk. I believe no monk could be more detached from things than I am. I even thought of a heavy lot for the children in the future and accepted it, for thus it is, and we cannot take away the cup, either for ourselves or those near us. Curious how cheerful one remains in spite of it all, at least to outward appearances; but the struggle to retain this cheerfulness is often very violent. One’s wings droop, and one longs for rest.