I found a question seeking me this morning. It came to me as I sat in the quiet of meditation, allowing the stillness to embrace me.
I hadn’t entered my meditation with a question. I had entered with the desire only to seek the quiet, the stillness, the sense of being in the oneness of the moment.
And in that moment, a question I had not seen in the morning light awoke within me.
Writing here every morning has a purpose. It is my place to ground, to find my center, to reach out to others and share the beauty and joy and complexities and contradictions I experience in the world around me and to illuminate the path of being light within the world.
After having taken breaks from this place, I know this place strengthens and enlightens my daily journey.
Yet, something has been unaligned, off-kilter. I could feel it shimmering at the edges of my consciousness, even if I could not see its details.
Yesterday, I spoke with a friend who, after hearing of my year of writing C.C. a love poem a day, decided two months ago to commit to writing her husband a love poem a day for a year.
“It has changed everything,” she told me yesterday. “He’s not a very sentimental kind of guy but he loves my poems and I love writing them for him.”
We chatted more about the power of ritual, the power of committing to doing something for someone simply for the joy of doing, of opening each day with a poem of love, and how, in the simple act of writing of love, love deepens.
And the question began its journey from the edges of my consciousness to the center of my being present.
It is the question I did not know I was seeking yet appeared as I settled into the silence this morning. “What is the more I seek?”
The beauty of the question is, the answer is not clear. It doesn’t need to be. The journey is in its exploration.
What is the more I seek?
My life is full. Rich. Complete.
The more I seek is not out there in the world. It is not more stuff, more power, more fame, more acclaim.
The more is within me.
To be explored. To be divined. To be experienced.
To begin, I must allow myself to sink into the question. To delve into the unknown I cannot know until I release all I do know, or tell myself I know, about surrender, hope, faith, mystery, loss, God, and the power of love.
I must surrender my knowing to allow space for the unknown to arise.
I must give up my answers to give rise to the questions.
And so I begin.
I begin to allow the question to become my north star guiding me home to that place within where the more I seek is all I become in the journey.
I don’t know the answer.
I don’t know what the journey will look like, or what will transpire. I do know that as I set off into my day today, I carry with me the question, “What is the more I seek?”
to create in the world.
to make better for others.
to deepen love.
to connect hearts.
to open minds.
to allow love in and out with every breath.
What is the more I seek?
For the next few weeks I shall be exploring surrender, hope, faith, mystery, loss, God, and the power of love.
What it means to surrender, to have hope, to know faith, to enter into mystery, to experience loss, to feel God’s breath, the breathe into the divine, to dance with spirit, and to fully embrace the power of love.
I am excited about the journey. I shall be using visual and written art forms in my exploration and sharing my discoveries here.
I’m curious to see what arises. I’m curious to see what I discover the more I seek the unknown.