Getting Back to Purpose

The one simple step in empowering purpose is the act of submission and letting go control of the outcome of a situation.

I have a recurring vision of goodness and light that visits my heart lately.

A vision of clarity and purpose that surrounds, though not quite clear how is more a vision of submission and allowing. A vision of gratitude of purpose. 

A vision of knowing and accepting all that is and all that is to be. 

I was led to read an email from an acquaintance yesterday where she happen to mention the Ouroborus of ancient mythologies. 

I have been thinking of such cycles of life of late that ebb and flow. And not surprised by the coincidence that this symbol appeared in my day. 

As I’ve lately contemplated the cycle of life as new babies are on the way. Perhaps to match their great grandparents’ birthdates, no doubt (loving the multiple layers of coincidence). 

I write today with purpose. Surprisingly, my purpose is to share my own ideas and passions. Yes, purpose to share my purpose… 

I ponder how long it has taken me to arrive here to purpose… 

This journey of mine has been life. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a bumpy, crazy, ebbing journey of love, light, and expansion. 

Life, no doubt, is not always such for me or for most. Life has those, not-so-pretty moments. Those moments when your heart feels like it has been cut from your chest and left at your feet. And life has those moments where your heart hums and floats before you with wings of its own. Life is always ebbing, flowing. 

Getting back to purpose… 

I have spent the past 72 months distracted and avoiding my life’s purpose. I am easily distracted, no doubt. And I have gleaned wisdom exponentially. 

So, I would not change one single thing or decision made these past 72 months. Beautiful, is it not? How do all of the tools that we need find us right on time? 

My avoidance has been due to fear. Fear of the unknown and uncertainty, yes. And mostly fears of rejection and confrontation. Fear sharing my truth  because I am fearful of what others will think and what others will say. 

Today, I begin new. I begin to share my purpose and my intentions are exactly to inspire thoughts and conversation and this is impossible without some confrontation and even some rejection. 

Because my message and my purpose are far bigger than my own fear and more valuable to the enlightenment and expansion of others. 

I share one simple trick for empowering purposes, though not always easy to implement. 

The one simple step in empowering purpose is the act of submission and letting go control of the outcome of a situation.

Not knowing how exactly is simple though not easy. And knowing the what, having the endpoint fixated upon your compass is crucial. Simply trust that this is all that is needed now.

Mariah’s Dance

Mariah danced and twirled through the falling flakes. Her extra-large snow boots, handed down from her big brother, collected the moist powder pilling upon the street. Just as the snowflakes, she shone in her unique youthful beauty.

Her auburn locks bounced against her shoulders and ebony skin shone like frozen dew. The reflection in her eyes was as unique as each intricate laced crystal descending.

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On Mariah danced while holding hands with school friends: close friends and one or two beaux through college and then finally her soul mate once the winds had gentled and the heavy white flakes swept down. They all had accompanied her in this snowflake crescendo.

The abrupt winds of life tasseled her hair and tore her skirts. The snowflakes continued to steadily fall, occasionally entangled in the treetops, to inevitable continue their descent as the sunshine kissed her once rosy cheeks leaving lines of laughter beside her almond eyes and smile as she twirled.

Pigtails and ponytails once peeked from beneath her woolen hats. Long flowing locks, the envy of the times, relented to shorter curls where snowflakes now could not be noticed amid the white in her hair as they rested along their descent.

And like the snowflake’s inevitable tumble, Mariah watched her babies and then her grandbabies grow and dance amid the falling snow.

Mariah’s Dance

A little story about the beautifully inevitable passage of time.

 

Mariah danced and twirled through the falling flakes. Her extra large snow boots, handed down from her big brother, collected the moist powder piling upon the street. Just as the snowflakes, she shone in her unique youthful beauty.

Her auburn locks bounced against her shoulders and ebony skin shone like frozen dew. The reflection in her eyes was as unique as each intricate laced crystal descending.

On Mariah danced while holding hands with school friends: close friends and one or two beaux through college and then finally her soul mate once the winds had gentled and the heavy white flakes swept down. They all had accompanied her in this snowflake crescendo.

The Abrupt winds of life tasseled her hair and tore her skirts. The snowflakes continued to steadily fall, occasionally entangled in the treetops, to inevitable continue their descent as the sunshine kissed her once rosy cheeks leaving lines of laughter beside her almond eyes and smile as she twirled.

Pigtails and ponytails once peeked from beneath her woolen hats. Long flowing locks, the envy of the times, relented to shorter curls where snowflakes now could not be noticed amid the white in her hair as they rested along their descent.

And like the snowflake’s inevitable tumble, Mariah watched her babies and then her grandbabies grow and dance amid the falling snow.

-Ondi Laure