Where I am Supposed to Be

My heart opens like a river rushing with urgency to find the sea. Words come forth and flow without much thought to what is in the path or how they will be received. Only getting them out seems to be the sense of it. As the words flow forth, I feel like the wind is in my sails, like I am being who I am supposed to be, a channel for some sort of thoughts coming from some deeper hidden place.

It feels like what was in obscure darkness, is coming into the light of day, and this feels like a calling, a compelling, and my listening to this echo, allows me to serve this purpose. A conduit, a channel, of some mysterious part of life, of the universe, the creative source, the place of birth of ideas, of insights, of wisdom, seeps out in all kinds of ways, one of which, I feel, happens to be me, as a conduit of words.

I will try to listen more, as I grow in my own awareness of what is fulfilling for me, of what I seem to be most passionate about and most called to, lesser things will have to be deferred, for the obligation that I feel to sit with the silence, to find the words of inspiration, that are wanting to come forth.

One thing I know for sure, I feel more alive, connected, in flow, engaged, and energized, when I am being a conduit of words. I am home here, full here, alive here, empowered here, where I am supposed to be.

tony gilotte