These were some of the words spoken to me last night by a man I’d never met before, happened upon by chance at a friend’s farewell, and who had a profound influence on me. Isn’t it strange how that happens sometimes?
I’ve been in what feels like a holding pattern since I finished a leadership course late last year. It was an intense, life-transforming process that left me exhausted and with a whole new view of the world, and my place in it.
Since the course came to an end I’ve been a leaf in a current, patiently going along, waiting for something to reveal itself to me, some new life purpose, an exiting project, a mission. I’m not known for my patience, and I have been. I trust that the next thing for me is out there, circling, sussing me out, waiting for us to meet each other.
Last night the man reiterated the need for patience. He also said that thinking different, just being different is enough. It doesn’t have to be some enormous project for all the world to see – this work can be done quietly, with no-one else watching. He made me realise it’s OK to just be whatever it is I am now in the places that I’m already circulating, and that that in itself is change and newness. And he’s absolutely right.
“Some of the work of a Saint” can be done in every interaction with every living thing I come across. I can try my best to do the work of a Saint as a mother, a partner, a friend, a sister and a workmate,
This man revealed himself to me in what was an unconventional, some would consider strange way and as though he’d intervened like this a million times before. This man who privately lives the life he feels bound to with all its eccentricities, brave enough to follow the most unconventional of thinking through to its completion, whether or not it works out in the end.


