What are we here for?
Why am I suffering?
Who thought this was a good idea?
The questions swirl through my brain, relentless. Monkey Mind is at it again, with his ceaseless barrage of unanswerable musings.
Have you pondered the purpose of your life?
My entire life unfolds as a question mark, wondering what I’m here to do. Do you feel that?
Looking back through the cracked lens of the past, I feel the blurred memories of childhood trauma, teenage pregnancy, abusive marriages and myriad experiences. My heart feels the souvenirs of past experience more deeply than Monkey Mind can remember them.
The wounds are scars upon my sacred heart.
I know you have scars. The shape of your scars, much like the life lines on your palm, cross your heart in a unique pattern. Could someone read the pain and create meaning? Me thinks the story is yours to write.
Each of us is a sacred soul, on a journey of creation. We are becoming.
Our past lives offer ample opportunity to embrace a story of victim. Each beautiful soul tells a different story, and each story can be written with a thousand different pens.
The ink of blood spilled, the stain of betrayal, the tang of abuse, pain and suffering. A fountain pen of abundance, growth and expansion. A quill of loves found and loves lost. What of the tender reed, writing songs of the heart?
One of the most beautiful, accurate and painful pieces of writing came to me from a dear professor.
I respected and admired this learned man, who not only taught me about scholarly matters, but also schooled me in the truths of life. He’d survived many losses throughout his long life, and he openly shared with me the lessons that gave him a tender heart and a hard edge.
Approaching graduation, I cried, fearful of an unknown future. Our last meeting was brief, we said our goodbye’s and he handed me a folded page. Tears dripped onto the creased paper, and I struggled to read the few lines, etched like chicken scratch in heavy ink:
“The moving finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
-Omar Khayyam
We are all sacred souls, in the process of becoming, experiencing and expanding. We get to write our story. We get to choose the villains, the victims and the heroes.
YOU are the hero of your story. Or, you are the victim.
You get to choose what role you play.
My life offers me ample opportunities to choose a victim role: victim of a single parent, victim of poverty, victim of abuse, victim of “the system”…
The list could go on. But, just like you, I can create the life I want to see.
Is it easy?
No. The hardest part of seeing your own sacred beauty is the mental part. Monkey Mind gladly screeches a tale of fear and woe.
Let your beautiful heart tell your story. What you’ve experienced brought you here, today. Right here is where you belong in this moment. Your story is uniquely powerful.
Allow your experiences unfold as a gift of creation. Each moment offers an opportunity to check in with your soul and choose another view. You are the hero. Stand tall, beautiful soul, and walk with assurance in the truth of who you are.
You are a spark of divinity. You are a beautiful glimmer in the eyes of Source. Each one of us is a Sacred Soul.
We are all becoming…