Whether you turn to the right or to the left,

your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying,

“This is the way; walk in it.”

Isaiah 30:21

A rule for myself ...

I invented this rule for myself to be applied to every decision I might have to make in the future.

I would sort out all the arguments and see which belonged to fear and which to creativeness,

and other things being equal,

I would make the decision which had the larger number of creative reasons on its side.

I think it must be a rule something like this that makes jonquils and crocuses come pushing through cold mud.

(Katherine Butler Hathaway, 1890 – 1942)

The beautiful tension ...

As I sat on my porch this morning after the flurry of a few days of travel,

this thought came to mind:

"I am practicing living in the beautiful tension of life's imperfections."

I am not great at this.

My tendency, my temptation is to try to fix it all.

It is hard for me to be still when all is not as it should be. Or rather, all is not as I think it should be. Important distinction there.

But what if "fixing it all" is a myth; a goal that is unattainable, unachievable?

What if most of life is simply about the practice of living in the beautiful tension of imperfection?