Often the way you look at a thing changes the way you experience a thing–if you can figure out how to see an unfortunate circumstance as a feature rather than a bug, all the better. This poem by Wendell Berry helps me to do that. If I’m going to be stuck or baffled, I’m comforted by feeling that some meaning may follow.
The Real Work
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.
By Wendell Berry, found at The Writer’s Almanac.
Many of the poems I’ve read by Wendell Berry really speak to me. I’ll try to gather a few more to share; in the meantime, you can learn more about him here.