Dearest,
Do not lose yourself in concepts such as legacy and life purpose. You haven’t a minute to waste waddling in philosophy; with your temperament? It could swallow you whole. No, you are meant to be here so intensely, so presently, that the ground quivers at your foot’s gaze. That’s what I ask of you: to be … here … now.
And in the being here, you will remember purpose is born of play and spontaneity. Don’t get bogged down by the understanding and translating of it all. Vision and foresight aren’t the only ways to craft a magnificent life. Tell me by how you are with this now–are you really here?
If so, PAY ATTENTION. The answer is always HERE. Always NOW.
But in an age where everything is contrived and clocked in such a way that sucks the mystery smooth out of life, we are yearning for novel ways to seduce you, to resuscitate your quixotic wonder, to inspire you to improvise. PLAY!
You have forgotten that life is improvisation. So play! You can’t muck it up! Look at me! You lit-er-al-ly cannot do it wrong! You write because you must, to remember, so you can keep the remembrance warm, like a stew for the starving. The grumblin’ bellies are coming, and you gotta have a ladle fulla now to nourish them aptly.
So get back to cooking, and dancing, and living, and gardening, and catchin’ the babies that come to your dreams. Get back to acting and writing, sun gazing and daydreaming, traveling and conjurin’. It’s in your blood. And we wouldnta put it there if we didn’t intend for you to use it.
This ain’t the Garden of Eden. There are no trick delights here. IT’S ALL HOLY. Taste and see for yourself that life is meant to be good. Enjoy yourself.
With love,
LIFE