In the deep.

Within this place I hold many questions and few answers and the questions are as wide as they are deep. I wonder why I am here, what my purpose is and where am I going? I wonder, do I have a gift to share? They say we all do, but I’ve been searching, grasping around in the deep, as if underwater gasping for air, and my hands do not find their way to anything solid. I can’t seem to fill my lungs and I worry that I am void, an exception to the idea that we all have a gift to share.

And perhaps the answers are right there in the deep: Stop trying to grasp for something solid, stop fighting for air. Let yourself relax, let yourself float. You are an inherent part of the universe and perhaps your gifts are more than graspable. Perhaps your gifts do not live in the physical, perhaps they live in the deep, in the very air you breathe. And perhaps the only way to access them is by doing the very thing that feels most uncomfortable. Be still. Be present. Open and notice. Stop fighting and let yourself rest in the deep.