There are moments in our lives that feel magical. Those interesting experiences of synchronicity or occurrences that fill us with awe. We all have them if we pay attention, but sometimes the news, or our schedule, or our need to feel that we are an important force in the world distracts us. It is often the search for our meaning, the drive to find our purpose, fueled by coaches and books and new-age chatter that prevents us from having a meaningful experience of life. We are so busy searching for the right path that we forget that the journey is not prescribed. The road only opens before us when we are open to the possibilities and potentials before us.
We live in a world that values slogans, brands, chants, and commitments to current trends. What a waste of our ability to connect to the miracles that blossom around us. We expect ourselves to be powerful and potent, making huge changes in the world through loud messages and imposing graphics, marches demanding the world align to protect our sensitives, without pausing to wonder what fuels our discontent.
And then, in the darkest night when we feel captured in windowless tunnels of fear and grief, we find that our hearts crave a single point of light as we release our fantasy of internet-promised greatness. And in that point of light, we discover that it is the small acts of kindness, the way we have used our flame to light others, that is our true purpose. Only that magnificent act of sharing the fire that animates us illuminates those we encounter.
When we seek greatness, we forget that the tiniest spark, an explosion from something smaller than a seed, gave birth to the universe. It is the flame from one candle that erases the darkness, filling us with hope and courage and the innate memory that life itself is a miracle. Be that light…be that miracle.