As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: … ~ Gerard Manley Hopkins
It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings. ~ Wendell Berry
Sometimes we are at home with ourselves. Sometimes we are not. When we are in a space of deep peace and spiritual groundedness our actions flow without effort. No matter the chaos around us. We know when we are living from that space. We can tell.
What happens when we engage all our work from that at-home-ness?