We need to feel like the work we do feeds our purpose in life. We need to feel like we make an impact. We need rest, nourishment and safety.
After coming off a horrible year of unemployment, and what was probably the worst depression of my life, I was offered a job in AZ. Exciting, right?
As the poet Rumi suggests, what we do is the beauty that we love. Beauty, love, and work, when blended together, can be called play.
We are the bird and the work is the song, and we must sing it while we can. And when this song comes not from a desire to please or to prove or to achieve, but from a profound and earnest longing in the sacred nucleus of us, it is holy work too.
My belief at the time was that I would 'go' when the money ran out. I thought, "Well, fuck it, the Universe obviously must not want me in it." Job-hunting and interviewing became a daily practice of building myself up only to be torn down. So I gave the Universe a suicide deadline.
I love doing the most important thing first each day because the urgencies of the day have not crept in yet. I have gone a little far in this regard in that I have even pushed my first meal off until about noon each day. I have been intermittent fasting for three years now, which means that I ...