Questions. There can be so many. And each answer can beg numerous other questions.

I enjoy the liberty of not grasping. The ability to take life as it is without the feeling of being contained.

This precious idea has liberated me: feeling without intention. To exist from that space which has no conditions upon its happiness. It is an open and receptive state which is joyous. At any point there is a turning. Our lives seem complex and intricately woven, and it is true. But at any moment we may change our direction. The switching of a thought pattern does not take years to achieve. It is in these instantaneous situations that we radically alter our life. And while the commitment to this new way of being can be so incredibly challenging to maintain, it is in an instant that decisions are made.

Be free. Not condemned or caged by the opinions of others. Live according to your own values and sense of what’s right. Imagine a life lived by someone else’s rule, what a waste. Explore your individuality. Discover what makes you – you.

There is this notion that I have a purpose, a role to play. I think of the good I might do in the world, and it makes me happy. I smile at the thought that I increase the peace on the planet. I feel motivated by the idea that I will bring relief. And how sublime that it exists in my art. That through living my love and my passion, I can make the world a better place. And sometimes, that seems way to easy. Sometimes I believe that I’ll need to suffer in order to be worth my weight. But those ideas are fleeting, and as I sink more into myself, I understand more and more what my purpose is.

And so here, I am challenged to pursue a passion for 66 days. And that passion it seems is writing, but writing towards the goal of expressing my truth. Encouraging the world. Creating more love. More freedom. More peace.

To understand what my vocation is, to know certainly what my role is, is something that I crave, but I wonder if it is that easy. Maybe that is the difficulty that I long for. That my journey, is a journey of understanding. That my art is the understanding of my role, and our role as people of this planet.

And so I enter into this challenge, willingly, although it does take a bit of a push to get me to type, but I believe it is for the best. I believe it is an inquiry into vocation. Into the greatest use of my time. Into the clarity of my service.

“I really aspire.” To be of service, to be “Free”. To love deeply. To create “change” for the better, and so I engage here, “full-throttle.”
I am open to new experiences and learning. I am open to re-imagining myself. I am open to sharing myself. I am open to more publicity. I am open to criticism if it means that the world will be better for it. I am open to what I will become.

I am grateful for the support and encouragement of friends, ironic that I require a push from them in order to serve them.

I realize that changes can be hard, and it takes time to set new patterns. I am open to the work.


Today I step up to the plate. To swing. And I may strike out, but at least I am stepping up to the plate. And with the determination to continue stepping up, I know that I will one day connect. I know that I have connected in the past. It feels right.

Sometimes I believe it’s a little too much of a fairy tale. That my task could be so effortless. And so I wonder what uncomfortably must be faced. Perhaps I worry too much that I am not relevant. But I will not know unless I try. And so I commit to a process in order to uncover truth. Whether it is pretty or not.

I’ve come from a history of stillness. And now it seems I am to be roused to action. As if I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment. And here I stand at the threshold, taking my first steps out into this new frontier.

There is great uncertainty, but the only way through is forward, and I have sat at the starting gate for long enough.

I am not angry with myself. I appreciate the work I have done to get here. The preparation has quite a journey, but here-now I stan