I’ve been thinking a lot about purpose, my loves. Specifically, what compels the actions of heart? And, what motivates the will of man?

Life is filled with unanswered questions. We look to tree, and wonder its source. We contemplate the illusion of light dancing against the water’s edge. Each day, we struggle with the chaos of finding our place; and yet, within – the heart always seems to know.

“Amor fati…” her words lift to softened breeze, as we consider this unfolding of path.

Dostoyevsky once wrote that the mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for. In this way, perhaps – all of life is a quest; a journey towards the enabling of spirit?

There are infinite possibilities, my loves. And, with each we are gifted a magnificent choice – to follow the heart wherever it may lead.

“And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else.” He continues. “And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived.”

My darlings, this is what it means to believe.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️