There is something about the morning and morning work that demands certain kinds of aloneness, an ability to work into the day and the day’s work in our own way; to find the particular contour – a way which gives us a sense that we are exploring the patterns emerging in our work according to our own nature and not trying to squeeze ourselves continually into an abstract box called a day or job.*
David Whyte
When do I think of my work beginning?
Am I waiting until I arrive at work?
How do I manage to keep my work my work?
Is this my work or someone else’s?
Does my work begin and end with joy?
Can I believe it– I get to do this?
If I’m honest, who’s really stopping me from being more expansive?
Is my work beginning “out there” or “in here”?
Are these questions the beginning of my work?
Have I begun already?
*David Whyte’s Crossing the Unknown Sea.
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