I’ve been re-reading Sue Monk Kidd’s book, When the Heart Waits, this past week, and in many ways it feels as if I’m reading it for the first time. That’s how the best books and guides are, aren’t they? Gifts that keep on giving in each season of life. I love the imagery in this quote, especially since whittling is such a contemplative practice. Soulmaking isn’t quick or productive in the way society might prefer, but instead a slow, steady process requiring attention and care.
What parts of you need whittling away this week in order to let your true self emerge?