Walking the inscrutable path

“It may be when we no longer know what to do,” writes poet Wendell Berry, “that we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.”

For so many years, I actually did know what to do. How strange, to think that all the busyness of work and family life, necessary and fulfilling as it was, also allowed me to postpone this disconcerting, midlife confrontation with myself.

If not knowing which way to go is the beginning of what Wendell Berry calls the “real journey,” then I have most definitely been wandering around on an overgrown, inscrutable path for a while now.

Katrina Kenison
Magical Journey: An Apprenticeship in Contentment