There’s an old Carolina story I like
about a country boy who had a great talent
for carving beautiful dogs out of wood.
Every day he sat on his porch whittling,
letting the shavings fall around him.
One day a visitor, greatly impressed,
asked him the secret of his art.
“I just take a block of wood
and whittle off the parts
that don’t look like a dog,” he replied….
In spiritual whittling, though,
we don’t discard the shavings.
not by rejecting these parts of ourselves
but by gathering them up and integrating them.
Through this process we reach a new wholeness.
Spiritual whittling is an encounter with Mystery,
waiting, the silence of inner places
—all those things most folks
no longer have time for.
Sue Monk Kidd
…from When the Heart Waits