the freedom in being no one

So I say hello - wind against my face. It's lovely to meet you here. Thank you for greeting me with such intimacy and openness. I suppose when you think about this existence, you may ask yourself - why have I been placed here? For what purpose have I found myself in this breathing body - simply being - yet feeling like I must overcomplicate my own existence - when all we are asked to do here is be still. You may find yourself wondering - what must I make of myself in this place to feel accepted and valued? It's the art of not knowing that makes this experience so profound, joyful, heartbreaking, beautiful, & everything in-between. A wise human once told me - you are unconditionally loved. As you are. No need to try to be anyone else but endlessly yourself. You are held in all seasons this way. There have been days where I've closed my eyes and wondered if that would be the last time. Feeling as if this world has thinned me to something less than. But still, I am offered another day. It's a profound gift to be of and among this Earth - how is it that we possibly allow days to feel mundane and monotonous? We are here for play, for freedom. To seek out one another. Encountering God in the mirror is to remember oneself, as the Divine lives within. It's how I wait with anticipation for the day I will rest freely in an open field of ferns, or perhaps sunflowers if I wish - allowing them to relinquish any and all fears. But who am I, at the end of this story anyway? Not this body. Not this mind. But soul, continuing to rise. How do we dare dream about the future when we know nothing about the next moment? And so I change. I grow, I evolve. I choose freedom on my tongue as it exits through my lips as words. I embrace a love in action that is marinated within this invitation to come into all that is. We must be courageous. To share our stories, our truth, our lives. The people as a whole shall reclaim our power. Surrendering to something greater than ourselves requires conviction. And so my story continues - long as pen can meet paper & this heart continues to pulse onward again & again - wide open. Nature as my guide. Nothing to prove, nowhere else to be. Meet me there.