How to respect the mystery without demanding that it explain itself? If you do, it sort of feels like magic. Here’s my letter that I wrote to Inspiration—being its own energy and entity—and it’s one way I’ve allowed myself to sink into the sweetness of allowing, enjoying the unfolding of a beginning before any concrete ideas show up.
Trust is one of the more fruitful practices I have woven into my life; it has given me the strength and patience to endure, and many reasons to rejoice.
I wrote this letter the night before I received a book offer. I wrote this in stillness while enjoying a moment spent by the lake, the breezes and grasses whispering that change was in the air.
I do not know what change is in the air, exactly, and that’s exactly what this letter is about: respecting the mystery. All I know is that this change is big or, rather, deep.
Inspiration is not always about clarity. Clarity comes with patience and time, but what about the beginning phases of being inspired to change? What about before the ideas take flight? What about the precious process of accepting guidance without forcing the answers?Beginnings do not always begin with clarity. Sometimes, they begin with a delicious feeling of beginning and nothing more—and nothing less. tell a friend
This letter is symbolic of my willingness to trust the process that I am only at the edge of. It’s a confirmation of my openness to my surroundings; I am open to the signs, to the messages, to the moment.
If you’re feeling a change being sparked but you’re not yet sure what it entails, feel free to use my letter as inspiration to craft your own. My most humble advice would be to open your mind and heart to whatever this beginning might be.
Work with enthusiasm. Bask in the moment with reverence. Trust the direction. Feel your intimate connection with Inspiration, like you would with a kindred soul.
My Open Letter to Inspiration: I Am Willing to Respect the Mystery
It’s me. I’m here and I am not going to leave, so please take your time. I am in this for the long haul. I am okay with practicing patience while you unravel any answers.
I’m devoted; you know.
I just love being in your presence, in your energy and promise of renewal, feeling the sweet anticipation of whatever is on its way.
“Open, soul.” This is what I feel you saying. I hear you. I am listening. I am opening, allowing, seeing.
I see the birds floating between trees. I see the shapes that the clouds are making. I smell the blossoms. I feel the gentlest winds hinting at a rain shower. I am not even judging the sounds of humans traveling through.
Ah, so this is the bliss of real companionship.
I trust you, dear friend. I trust that you will greet me with what you need to show when my whole soul is ready. For now, now.
Thank you for illuminating the peace of the present moment, for coloring the world with possibility, for planting the seed of change in my heart of hearts.
I accept your wonder.
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Are you willing to respect the mystery, maybe even enjoy or immerse yourself in it?
In the comments below, share your thoughts, any signs you’ve been noticing that have been pointing to a new beginning of some kind, and what you’re excited for—I’d love to read them!
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