You are a child of the Divine.

You are here in a way that no one else ever will be or ever has been.

You have something to deliver and you don't know what that is.  It might be crucial that you smile at that stranger in the queue. It might be crucial that you write that book, paint that painting.  It might be crucial that you do your inner work and change your ripple in the world.  It might be crucial that you stand up and be heard.  It might be crucial that you look at yourself with love when you look in the mirror.

How do you know what it is that you are meant to crucially do?  I am not certain but i think there is a tug on your heart of a certain quality... it is like longing and remembering all rolled into one that is the one you should listen to.  We don't learn to attend to that at school (although knowing it makes us fulfilled in a way that all the algebra never does - unless algebra is your crucial thing and then i say rock on!), but we can, as adults who get to decide how we use this precious time we have, learn to understand its flavour and listen assiduously for the sound of it and follow it like a lovesick puppy.

I don't know what it is that you are meant to do in order to pay for your passage here but by all the Powers i want you to step up and do it.

Because i KNOW that if we all step up, do what we are here to do we can live in a world that is full of love and grace and we make space for miracles to show up.  The very ones we have been longing for.

If you would like leave a comment, i would love to hear what it is that you know you are obliged to do, examples of your crucial contribution.  It might be crucial to me or someone else.  

Yesterday the artist that made this died unexpectedly, suddenly and we believe without pain.

I didn't know her well but she was part of a couple of online communities that i am part of and my impression of her was of a woman driven to create, in love with colour and creativity, reaching into her bigger life with gentle kindness.  She was soft, nourished by nature, full of joy at what she was creating in her life and in the world.  She was present to herself, to her desires, to the things which she wanted to bring into the world.  

I wasn't her great friend.  Her passing has grazed the side of my world.  I send love to those whose hearts are broken at her passing and to her, who i am sure, is as surprised at the sudden shift as the rest of us are.  I liked her and i am not going to make this more than it is but i acknowledge the sadness at her parting.  Her passing from this world and into the unknown reminds me that i am one that has "a date of no longer" attached to me.  I have reached out to some of those who have huge holes in their hearts at her death.  And i tend to myself too.

One thing that has been a gift, which also reaches me back to Vicki's passing, is that when the one who has passed has lived their life with no regrets, lived in a way that reaches out into the areas that their hearts call them to, then we who are left behind are able to soften our grief in that joyful knowledge.  Knowing that there is nothing bitter left in the wake of the person who has left their body is a comfort. 

I want to be one who lives like that.