Just by being alive we are living truth, and the more we live for a reason, the more truthful are the lives we live. The more meaningful our reason, in richness, selflessness for a higher purpose beyond our own personal enjoyments; when we give of ourselves for the sake of the whole—I consider that style of living to be a more saturated reflection of truth.
It is 1960 or 70 something or, 1988—a child is born, somewhere. She is nurtured in a creative milieu of love, mutuality, and performance. How could she not become the reflection of this artistry in her own adult life? For her, meaningfulness has simply always been. And being the multi-dimensional creatures we are—for her, growing older is an oversimplified dismissal of a complex strand of stardust. Deeper, wider, nearer, clearer: she unfolds, always relating to life with her layers (some hers, some not). Twenty years later she is living it, now outside of the conch shell that raised her—she’s a woman now, leading her own way. She lives her adulthood in and for creativity, in twenty more years she discovers a talent she’d not known or, rather, been aware of such a possession.
A beautiful soul she is, awakening to new loves, while awakening to love. Creativity and innate trust in ones life—taking it all in, chewing the savory, savoring the sweet, craving the spice, even relishing the bitter, she takes it all in. Fortunate to have lived so closely in the pulse of emergence, she sings her way through the birth canal. One thing for sure about this life is the cognitive reflection on who you were before this rebirth. Her voice reflects a joyful deliverance, she comes through whole. She fully understands that there is a difference between abandonment and surrender. In reflection we’re ready to pounce on abandoning what we had been, what we’d been doing, or out of fear what it is precisely we are becoming—what it is precisely! what will we be doing is unknown, and therefore uncomfortable, unfamiliar, and the test of our human will, tenacity, determination.
She’ll abandon nothing, it all comes with her, some of it as history, some of it as Now. She surrenders, and lives in creative revelry.