We all feel the beckoning of Becoming.
We all feel the invitation to rise within our Selves.
We all feel the pull to shed the stories that limit our possibilities.
We all feel the desire to live the Amazing Human Experience our Soul is calling for.
We all feel it because that is what we are here for.
We are here in service.
To the Soul. Personal. Universal.
And the beacon, tempting us to our Selves, will pulse for always.
Even when we ignore it, pretending not be on the journey we are on.
Even when we close our eyes to who we are.
Even when are locked within and can’t rage our way out.
Even then, there is a call.
In those moments, the glimpse of remembering may tangle everything up even more.
The work we imagine is in front of us is simply too much.
There is too much to reckon with.
Our skin is too raw.
Our being too far.
And while that may be true.
It is also true that there is nowhere to go.
The desire and ache we feel to step into the life we know is ours, is set to be quenched here.
In this breath.
In this imperfection.
In this wildness.
We get to answer the invitation, not so that it take us to some mythical wonderland.
Not for wishes and wants granted.
Not to make it all better, but to make it so.
Because that is who we are.
We are Souls becoming.
And there is nothing to prove.
There is only something to embrace.