The pathway to purpose is the pathway home. We already know the way. We don't need to find it, we just need to travel inward following the printmarks of our lives. Touch the spark. Wake it up.
Back in January, pre-pandemic, my dear friend Fred Armstrong traveled across the Salish Sea to visit us for a weekend. Along with his sister Terry, and bountiful good humour, he brought me some sourdough starter.
In North America, particularly, we have come to reject idleness, and yet it is in the pauses between our seemingly urgent tasks and activities that we find our deepest contentment.
It is a kind of quiet bliss. A feeling of being connected, body and mind. It comes with a sense of timelessness, a slowness in the passing of the day, and a certain spaciousness.
You’ve flexed your writing muscles, cracked open new internal spaces, gained traction on projects or gotten a peek at some new and exciting creative paths.