Devotion.
I was thinking this morning what a beautiful word that is. How the actual sound of it captures a tenderness that speaks to the heart of what it means.
This last couple of weeks, I’ve been peeling away, shedding layers of things not worthy of devotion; on what nourishes, on what brings joy.
On being truthful with myself on what that is, and allowing myself to move towards it.
We are approaching the time of year where naturally the conversation turns to goals; closing in on our ambition, on what it is we want to do.
I wonder instead if a better question is, to what do we want to be devoted?
To what, if we knew there were no guarantees of success, if we weren’t guaranteed an outcome, would we give our heart to anyway?
I feel like these are better questions.
We need space inside us for all that which is deserving of devotion. To sit with it, allow it to infuse us. This is how we keep carrying a light, when everything around is less than bright.
As Mary Oliver says, joy is not made to be a crumb.
