I’ve read the book before, more than once. But Godwin’s definition of calling–in the mouth of her character–is so lovely it stops me in my tracks every time: “Something’s one’s vocation if it keeps making more of you.”
Have I found the work that makes more of me?
I haven’t read Evensong, or Adrian’s definition of vocation, since I started writing again. But oh, they ring true. I write because when I do, I can feel it making more of me, even if I still feel pretentious calling it my “vocation.”
In Evensong, Godwin peers at marriage through the same lens. A much-older Adrian yearns to marry the much younger Margaret, but is terrified that by doing so, he’d forever narrow her options. He doesn’t want her ties to him–practically an old man!–to limit her pursuit of her calling.
But Margaret asks him, “Why shouldn’t our having each other make more of us both?”
I love the way that question frames marriage.
It’s a slow, snowy morning here. The kind that invites contemplation, and a second cup of coffee. And so I ask–
Have you found the work that makes more of you? And the relationships that make you feel bigger, instead of depleted?