“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” ~ Mary Oliver
I mean, you may have lived a hundred before and you may come back again as a cat, or a tulip. Or something close to – but not quite – who you are now, as you work out the kinks of your former existence and burn through your karma while searching for your purpose.
But in the meantime, tell me…
What about that awareness
bubbling below the surface.
That innate questioning
rising to meet you in the middle of your day.
Often inconvenient in its timing.
Often too visceral to be ignored.
That not-so-subtle call for action.
That undeniable desire for change.
The need for something to shift.
A leaning into
while uncomfortable –
demands that you listen.
Begs you to open up
to undiscovered possibilities
to new beginnings
and imperative endings.
What about here won’t lead you to where you want to be tomorrow? And the following day? And the day after that?
What about now needs to change?
What about this is no longer working?
And if the possibilities, options, and changes feel like too much to hold in the palm of your hand, can you dip your toes in, ever so gently, to feel it out. To invite it in. To see what settles. And let the rest show you the way.