The Real Work

I have been wondering lately about what to do next when it comes to work. So, I was glad that serendipity or synchronicity brought the short poem "The Real Work" by Wendell Berry in front of me.

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

I hope he is correct that when you no no longer know what to do, you may have arrived at the place where you find your "real work." I like the poems optimism about being lost, baffled and impeded.

"The Real Work" by Wendell Berry, from Standing by Words