
Finding our work and doing it is a matter of allowing our work to come to us and not rejecting it when it does. Our work finds us, appears to us, occurs to us, calls us. If we want to "find" our work, the place to start is by digging through our pile of rejects. "The stone the builders rejected," you know. We are great with saying, "Not this, and not that, and not that over there!" And talking ourselves out of things we can't easily explain, defend, justify, excuse... even though they keep coming back, catching our eye, attracting us, inviting us to look closer or let them take us for a ride. Our work often begins with seeing what we look at, hearing what we listen to, knowing what we know, caring about the things that need to be cared about, and doing the things that need to be done. We probably couldn't be paid to do it, and have to work it in "after hours," or "on the weekend." Hobbies can become what we live to do, and what we do "for a living" supports us in doing the work that calls our name. Life can be funny that way, and we have to laugh along, making our path through terrains and territory we would not think of as being "path worthy," yet knowing that our heart is deeply in what we are doing, and allowing ourselves to love what we love and go where we are called to be.
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