A little reminder in case you need it….
Out of all the possibilities of creation in all the galaxies and realms, you were born. You were chosen and brought forth and decided. A mix of miracles, magic and stardust. The alchemy of the Universe’s love bounds and pulses in your veins. You my love, are no accident.
It is no coincidence that you are here and that you have climbed and fallen and trekked this dangerously beautiful path laid out before you. There is no serendipity profound enough to explain why your heart pulses and beats for the things that it does. Your cravings do not come upon you as an accident but instead, reveal themselves to you as a prophecy that your soul remembers from long ago.
That is why you ache and moan with discomfort at not having all the answers while somehow being so damn sure that this is who you are. That is why your dreams haunt you when you are awake and even though you are unsure of the next step, you somehow cannot stop believing that it is possible. Even when the evidence is missing and the world keeps telling you it is not possible. There is a force within you that will never stop believing in the possibility that perhaps somehow, someway, if you can only figure it out, you can bring these visions to life.
And you know for certain, even though there is no proof, that you were destined for this one great life. This one chance at throwing paint at the canvas and trusting that it will be art. For what is an artist anyway? Someone who creates because they MUST create; because there is nothing left of them if they do not create. And so, you move closer to understanding that everything you wish you could have and hold is intangible. This shapeshifter will not settle in the palm of your hands or behave in any way that you wish it to.
No, it is much more complex and yet all too simple. This thing you long to have and discover has been in plain sight all along. Like a flower that has opened and gone unnoticed, but still blooms all the same.
We realize that we won’t be able to see and feel and hold this greatness when we believe the evidence of the world. We must never believe the evidence of absence because it is an illusion.
Only when we commit to the deep knowing, the artist, the dancer, the flower that blooms within us all, even when we cannot see it – only then are we on the path to greatness.
The unveiling of our true nature is only as spectacular as our conviction of our magic.
So, you see, there are days when things may not go your way. When we cannot see how it will all turn out.
But perhaps, those days are the necessary ointment we rub on our eyes so that we may really look inside at everything that we were created for.
Big Juicy Love,
Iman
