Open Sky, Open Heart

an emotional depiction of a harlem renaissance woman by the Mississippi, gazing towards the horizon, yearning for the arrival of the Haitian liberators, with dreams of a Black Star nation shining brightly in their heart

Mornings are a breeze once I'm up. I begin with the basics: brushing my teeth, tending to nature's call, and putting the kettle on for a comforting cup of herbal tea. Then, I make sure my space is set up for a meaningful Ceremony. I take my furry companion for a walk, appreciating the beauty of nature around us. After grooming the dog and myself, I attend to some light housekeeping before enjoying breakfast. However, I find myself pondering the need to fill every moment of my day to make it purposeful. Surprisingly, it's only after breakfast that I find myself uncertain about how to proceed.

Today, a radio program discussed "the calling," where people feel drawn to do God's work and live purposefully. I admit that I'm feeling a bit low because I cynically mentioned that I haven't experienced such a calling. I know I'm not alone in this sentiment. Working a full-time job helps distract from such anxieties as it keeps me occupied with others' aspirations. Repeating my mantra, "I want to feel good," helps me cope.

Embracing the vast expanse of open and free days, akin to the boundless sky, brings me great joy. Yet, amidst this freedom, I occasionally sense a weighty pressure to make every moment count in some grand way. But deep down, what I truly long for is a calling to a purposeful path. I wonder if my familiarity with this routine and newfound freedom is unconsciously preparing me for significant changes ahead. Still, gratitude overflows within me as I cherish this period of profound rest and renewal.

I seek to trust that my journey remains on the righteous path, unswerving despite uncertainties. I'm thankful for the restorative moments spent under the sun, gazing at the sky and feeling grounded by the four directions, connecting me to the Earth, cosmos, and my universe. In this state of wholeness, I feel ready to take on challenges like writing a book, cultivating a garden, nurturing my spiritual practice, and becoming a vessel of love. My aspirations extend to learning prayers in Indigenous languages, embracing singing and chanting.

I am resolved to embrace life's purpose, whatever it may be, with open arms and a heart full of gratitude.

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