LABOUR + WAIT

While technology holds a place of beauty and efficiency, it is always lovely to find a perfect balance with objects made by the hands of expert craftsmen. A recent find proves this to be the case.

Located in the heart of east London's market district, LABOUR AND WAIT  gets its name from the last line of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem 'A Psalm of Life':

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labour and to wait.

Offering timeless and functional products for everyday life, this little shop reminds us of the love that may and must be placed even within small and mundane tasks.

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FRUIT OF OUR LABOR

A REFLECTION ON THE TRANSFORMATION OF LABOR INTO SOMETHING MEANINGFUL

BY MARISOL B.

IMAGE VIA FARMETTE

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Many work in the fields, under the sun; others inside large skyscrapers under fluorescent light. Each one with their own set of challenges to conquer the day; yet given the same exact opportunity — the one to offer one’s labors for a bigger purpose; beyond the sweat of our forehead.

A few days surrounded by silence can do wonders for body, mind, heart and soul. It is in the depth of that silence, that I pondered deeply about the direction of my goals in relation to eternity.

Some of these thoughts include the fact that a few things are inescapable for human kind, no matter what the state of life. A couple of them being labor and suffering.

Everyday offers new opportunities and possibilities, and if one is to profit and fully live; idleness is not a choice. Many books have been written on more efficient ways to cut labor time in half or less. I remember reading the 4-hour workweek a while ago, and agreeing with the fact that truly a day's duties could be accomplished in the least possible amount of time; yet, there is always something else that could be done in order not to waste the day away (whether for leisure, learning, or service).

Many work in the fields, under the sun; others inside large skyscrapers under fluorescent light. Each one with their own set of challenges to conquer the day; yet given the same exact opportunity -- the one to offer one's labors for a bigger purpose; beyond the sweat of our forehead. Labor and suffering; the existing conditions of our humanity from the beginning of time. The unavoidable reality for each one of us; therefore, our choice remains:

To labor each day with a great sense of love and purpose, or to drag ourselves into the unending rhythm of the working class. To understand that our work can transform the world and bring maturity and fulfillment to the one that labors. Placing labor to the service of humanity and not the other way around.

So wherever one may be in life, let us ask ourselves, what are the fruits of our labor?

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