AN IMPROMPTU FAQ, PART II
CONTEXT
An ongoing Mirror Session participant (and now very close friend) recently asked me a series of very powerful questions about myself + the history of my process. It wasn’t until revisiting my response to her (a day after sending it) that I realized the universal relevance of the stories + the insights I had shared.
It became apparent to me that these were more than just good questions, they were gifts. They evoked a wisdom stored beneath the surface of my logical response. Because of this, I have chosen to begin sharing some of those questions + my responses with you here.
“So what now?” my friend asked. “What do you believe your gifts are? What do you believe your purpose is?”
The truth is, these were questions I’d let go of as a part of my commitment to Surrender; so meeting them again in this new way was quite a shock.
Even more of a surprise was the response that rose to meet them in that moment: I watched as it emerged from unmet depths.
This is what I told her.
TRANSCRIPT
I believe that my gifts are many, and growing daily. Because of this, to list them here would feel dishonest: they're too fluid in expression + in form.
I suppose the greater point is that I've learned to feel myself; I’ve learned about which parts I can lean into, which expressions of my being I can trust.
I've begun to reconnect to my True Nature; it's this very reconnection that propels me every day.
Initially, I was very motivated to learn about my gifts + how to use them. These days, I just watch as gifts emerge.
(I'm afraid I don't have words to say this better.)
The truth is, I don't now believe in Purpose as I once did. At the same time, I am somehow more connected to my Purpose than I ever thought I'd be.
Initially, I thought Purpose was an end I'd someday grasp and then submit to making real.
But now that I have lived it, that has changed.
Purpose for me now is a red carpet, or a story (or a song).
It is something that unravels + expands.
Because of this, my Purpose is a movement: it is something I can feel, but never touch.
Understanding this, I have learned to sense it every moment, every heartbeat, every breath.
Of course, I do admit that this description is poetic.
And I know how unrealistic it may seem.
But this is just the truth that I’ve lived into, that: Purpose is a mystery, a movement, and a gift; it is a stranger: a Stranger I must meet + learn to love.