As I enter a new chapter in my life and a time of transformation, I come to a place of uncertainty. What do I need to do? How do I heal? How do I call forth what I most desire? How do I trust and have faith? How do I find true happiness? How do I fulfill my purpose? I ask the question of what to do, and the divine speaks:
"Ask for what you need."
Immediately, I begin to question it: ask who? what? when? where? how?
The instant my mind begins to question, the divine interrupts, cutting off my question:
"Ask for what you need."
Oh, I get it. I don't need to be concerned with the details; all I need to do is ask, and let the divine take over. It sounds so simple, maybe even a little too easy. You mean I don't have to figure it out? I don't have to make it all happen? I don't have to control or force any of it?
I suppose not, because any other response other than simply stating a need (I don't even get to give a long explanation; the divine cuts me off after the first word, apparently wanting me to be quick and to the point) is met with the same exact question, same voice, same tone:
"Ask for what you need."
Well, all right then. Here goes:
Love
Healing
Connection
Intimacy
Passion
Sacred Union
Friendship
Support
Guidance
Trust
Faith
Hope
Desire
Fulfillment
Pleasure
Joy
Laughter
Lightness
Play
Gratitude
Surrender
Meaning
Sex
Humor
Power
Strength
Courage
Creativity
Self-expression
Ease
Fluidity
Clarity
Discovery
Partnership
Abundance
Vitality
Health
Well-being
Nurturing
Growth
Compassion
Touch
Exuberance
Fun
Energy
Purpose
Relationship
Community
Grace
Harmony
Peace
Simplicity
Beauty
Inspiration
Belief
I'm told that I just need to keep stating my needs and that all will be fulfilled. Nothing more; simply having a moment to moment awareness and speaking what I need. More to follow . . .
p.s. A new laptop with a large hard drive would be great, too! ;)
Saturday, February 2, 2008
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I Love You David. You echo every word I need for my heart to beat. I think You, me and Gene are in the same boat. How come we love the same woman?
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