I remember watching my own hands as a boy, trembling before the clay pot on the wheel. I feared the spinning would break me, that the motion was too wild for stillness. But when I let go of fear and found joy in the turning, the clay did not shatter; it rose. The joy itself became the force that shaped the vessel.

I ask you to look at your own daily tasks this evening, whether washing a dish or walking through fields. Do not see them as burdens that drag you away from peace. Instead, let your heart find its delight in the work itself, so that every action becomes a prayer and every moment an offering of your very self to the world around you.