Last night I read something that has shaken me all the way down to my deepest root. It is two lines out of a poem by David Whyte:

Give up all other worlds
except the one to which you belong.

Is that what we all search for, “the world to which we belong?” But what does that mean? Do I belong here in North Carolina? Do I belong to family and friends? I think I am taking the question too literally, but since I read it I feel my bones shaking because I don’t know the answer to the question, “to what world do I belong?” There are simple answers – earth, family, self, vocation – but none of those feel true enough. I don’t think I can say another word about this at the moment. I am really shaken by it. It feels like a very big question, maybe too big for me.