Last week a local storyteller came to my daughter’s school to share tales from different cultures. In between the two performances she gave at the school to accommodate all six grade levels in a relatively small gathering space, she spoke to me personally about why she does what she does. A storyteller is a person who shares tales to draw on the commonalities of humanity, to learn from the wisdom of others, and feel connected within our communities. I felt such kinship with her intention, her purpose, and the importance of her words soaked into me. She felt that if she could release her ego to allow a story to work through her that she could be a conduit for humor, life lessons, and binding the threads of our humanness.
I walked away from the conversation carrying a lot of questions and solidifying some truths as well. She told stories that reinforced thinking already present in me. One was of a man who was a pot maker, had a few exciting adventures, gained wealth and fame, and after a short time of enjoying all of that – went back to being a pot maker because he enjoyed his work. I liked this so much for the point of tasks that may be seen as menial by some bringing a great satisfaction to others. Each task is needed. Each job calls for fulfillment. I think the most important question is, how is the work being approached? Is it done well? Is there love in the labor?
With the focus on positivity for Wednesdays, I am asking you to think on this with me: If your heart did not lead you to your work, can your heart lead you to find the value in the task at hand? Can you approach it with love and care? If your heart did lead you there, is it a constant guide?
Here’s to loving what you do everyday!







been more than interesting. I have felt a newness about many tasks that are so ordinary. You know, the ones that you do everyday, so many times, and usually can’t even remember whether or not you did them. I simply started using my non-dominate hand. Does that sound silly to you? Well, let me tell you, it is anything but. I began by brushing my hair with my left hand. Totally different feeling on my scalp, different pressure. I noticed how my wrist twisted in a way I never noticed before. My hair is on the long side, and by brushing with my left hand, it felt awkward, more like a child learning this task.Interesting, it is now another “new” sensation. Washing dishes and putting them away has become a meditation of sorts. Allowing the non-dominant hand to call the shots becomes a mindful activity. I need to pay attention so I don’t break things! Unlocking doors, lighting candles, stirring pots of soup. So many things.The list could go on and on, but you get the idea.