I came across this as I did my morning reading. This is why I love my morning reading.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart
the whispering of the hours turns to music.
To love life through labor is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.
All work is empty save when there is love, for work is love made visible.
To begin: I would give up the life of my immortal soul to write a sentence like that first one.
Before you begin your work today…or now as you work, pause just for a moment to consider his words.
Approach your work with the reverence shown here. If as you work the hours are not turning into music then some soul-searching needs to take place. If you do not see or feel the joy in what you are doing…is it attitude that is preventing you from hearing the music? If you feel it is work you are forced to do, have no choice but to do it, can you transcend your own feelings to find the love within your work, or do your need to find the courage of love to break those bonds, and move to a place where you become the flute?
I know what it’s like to do work that doesn’t sing, yet I learned over time that it’s all about attitude, that within any work we can find our musical voice. Perhaps it’s to take a closer look to find what the real work is beneath that job description. Sometimes we are engaged in the work that sings even when we don’t realize it…because we haven’t look deeply enough within ourselves to find the song.
Today…what ever your work…listen to the music, that as a flute, you are playing. Then the whispering of the hours will turn to music.