Within the ancestry of their emotions and tales, we unearth anthologies of beliefs and musings about life. How do we come to believe these echoes of self? As I sit at my desk I reflect on a personal development course that sparked my inspiration, I feel the raw emotion of a Ted Talk, and I replay a conversation that was fixated on fear. Each of these experiences causes me to fill this space with the 'breathings of my heart.'
Each one of us has a dire responsibility to share our unique and radiant light with the world. How do we do this? How do we live our lives in conjunction with our passions? If we unearth our incongruences, are we able to see the energy of love orchestrating our lives? Somedays circumstances simply suck, and other days, we feel as if we might leave our bodies in ecstasy. Are we able to simultaneously exist in the yin and the yang? Are we able to embrace the confusion and surrender towards the light of expansion? At the end of it all, can we be serenaded by One Republics lyrics, "I lived?"
As I sit with Wadsworth's quote, "Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart," I am again reminded that the pages of our heart are abundantly bursting with meaning. We are constantly authoring the stories of our lives. As my teacher Michael shares, "Belief is a practiced thought." Our beliefs can't help but narrate the adventures of living. Tonight I write from this heart space and hope that in the morning it makes sense, because tonight it simply spills from a tender raw space.
Live in anticipation and expectancy that the breathings of your heart will draw you nearer to living your passions! Lean into the uncertainty, welcome the confusion, and become an alchemist of love!
May You Sweetly Seek:)