I've been a little obsessed with this poem by Wendell Berry lately...it never ceases to amaze me how often exactly the words I need to hear show up at exactly the moment I need them most.
The Real Work
by Wendell Berry
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.
Isn't that just perfect? Stay curious, y'all...