What does work? Finding something you love and making it your life.*
Certainly [Philip Dick] struggled with the market’s demand for low standards and incessant production; but he kept on seeking his own vein, finding it, mining it deeper, till he hit the mother lode with The Man in the High Castle.**
(Ursula Le Guin)
Whip-ma-whop-ma-gate in York points out to me that small streets don’t have to have small names. Whitnourwhatnourgate, as it was named in Anglo Saxon, means “neither one thing, nor the other.”
This is a broad way. It’s easy to find, easy to walk along, never too demanding, and never as satisfying as we thought it would be.
The narrow way doesn’t present itself in such appealing ways. Its entrance is as small as a curiosity we have to squeeze through, opening slowly into a slightly larger space we are interested in, before it begins to open more and more into a way we can walk into and love.
Then something astonishing happens. Often when the hard work causes us to question the path we’ve taken. This narrow way leads into something bigger, richer, deeper. This narrow way is the best way for knowing who we are and what our contribution is, for knowing others, and for knowing our world and universe.