• It’s been humbling to have realised just how much I live life out of my head. I know I’m not special in this regard, it’s pretty much the norm. But still, it feels confronting as fuck.

    As the years of body practice have finally started to pay off, and I’ve learned how to feel the inside my whole body, I’ve discovered the parts of my archetypal energy I’ve been suppressing all these years.

    The opposite of living in your head is living in your fuck. I mean this technically. If you map the energetic centres of your body from top to bottom, the head centre (6th chakra) is opposite your sacral centre (2nd charka). They are a binary pair in certain respects.

    When we descend our attention down into the 2nd centre, we feel the energy of fuck.

    I was brought up to believe it was just a bad word – a swear word that describes a naughty thing. The English have all kinds of social rules about stuff we all do but agree not to talk about. Fucking is very high up the list.

    Different types of fuck

    The energy of fuck is simply the energy of creation, the natural act of birthing and making something new. It’s built into the organic structure of every living thing we know about.

    Fucking requires two to make a third. In animals this means a male and a female. One is the fucker, and the other the fuckee. They both create the fucking, but from opposite ends of the spectrum.

    Fuck energy therefore is your (literal) birth right. But it isn’t just about physical fucking though. Sex is the physical expression of deeper energy codes.  The root energy itself is applicable (and necessary) in many walks of life.

    It’s the part of me that pushes through my resistance to send the message I’ve been putting off for days. “Fuck it, I’ll do it now.”

    “You can’t say that to them!” The protectors inside protest. “That’s a huge risk!”

    “Yeah…fuck it.”

    It’s good for cutting off the possibilities you really don’t want too.

    “Fuck that. No way.”

    Or to put it another way, fuck energy is unambiguous. It knows what it wants and doesn’t. It’s “fuck yes!” or “fuck no!”. There is no “fuck maybe!”

    It’s also the part of me that helps me combat the over-empathising my mind likes to do amidst conflict. I’m so used to seeing thins from the other’s point of view, and getting myself all twisted up.

    “Well, I can understand why she feels that way. I didn’t help when I did that thing. She just got really frustrated.” Which is all well and good, except it often disassociates me from my own experience and emotions, clogging up and confusing me.

    “Oh, fuck her.” I say to myself as I retreat from the kitchen and take some space to rediscover my centre again.

    Fuck energy doesn’t seem to hold grudges. It’s in the moment. “Fuck her”, in the moment. And then when I’ve felt through myself fully, I can own the anger and the hurt and open my heart to her experience more genuinely.

    As a man, I’m much less comfortable being in the receiving end of the fuck spectrum. When things are really challenging, and shit is falling apart, I can feel like I’m getting fucked by life. At the worst moments I feel like the innocent victim in some horrible abuse story. In my rare moments I feel like the lover of the Gods, who is opening themselves to the penetration of a deeper truth.

    Fuck energy is also at the root of boundary creation. Like, shit is going down, and someone won’t get out of your face.

    “Fuck off.”

    Although fighting fire with fire can tend to flare the other’s “fuck you” energy in return, which then makes a big explosive mess.

    The incontestable truth is the one that simply comes from your own core – “fuck no”.

    The pure energy does not make the other at fault. It’s not about them, it’s simply you claiming what’s true for you. This is felt directly in the body. The feeling of “fuck no” and “fuck yes” are loud if you’re present enough to recognize them.

    The energy rises from your pelvis and lower belly. Just send your consciousness down there for a few moments, let the whole thing relax and drop. It’s right there.

    This is not generally something we tend to do in normal life! I was trained from a young age (like most of us) to exclude this energy in my body. “Now be a good boy Ewan, sit at your desk and do your work.”

    “Fuck that.” My body wanted to say.

    “OK Mrs Shaw.” I said instead.

    We’re trained by our culture to suppress it most of the time. And with good reason. Fuck energy used without consciousness awareness, through a wonky nervous system can be very destructive.

    Fuck energy can be scary. It’s powerful. We’re not taught how to play with it safely. And the fear cuts both ways.

    To feel violated by someone else’s fuck energy can wound us deeply.

    To have our own fuck energy rejected by someone else wounds us too.

    Many of us carry trauma from situations with a lot of unconscious fuck, whether our own, or those of our ancestors. Society has been successfully fucking up our nervous systems in this regard for centuries now.

    But used with consciousness it is the energy of creative change itself.

    The energy at the root of creation

    Fuck energy is creation energy. And that means it actually works both as creation and destruction. That’s why kill energy comes from the same place. And why fucking is also what creates the biggest miracle we know – the birth of a new being.

    A woman’s body runs a creation/destruction cycle on a monthly basis. It creates the nurturing conditions for a new baby to enter, and when it’s not used, tears it all down again and bleeds it out.

    There is an inbuilt polarity to our experience of this energy. Biologically it’s modelled for one to fuck, and one to be fucked. On the level of energy, we’re made of both, and can channel the power of both.

    Therefore, you can also think of your own fuck energy existing on a spectrum between two poles.

    Masculine fuck energy is required if you want to make a splash in this world of ours. This is true regardless of your gender. You have to penetrate the market, open up the space of possibility, and spread your work in the world.

    And yet, as we can see, so many are also burning out on that yang determination to keep smashing through walls, competing for the prize, attaining alpha status. Our society – for so long modelled on the power of the masculine mode – is coming apart at the seams.

    Feminine fuck energy is required if you want to receive the bounty and beauty of this world of ours. This is also true regardless of gender. You have to open yourself to what’s present, surrender to what’s entering you, meet life and work with love and acceptance.

    I believe the deeper invitation is tantric—to integrate the polarity of fuck in our stories, our bodies and our energy. To realise that you can penetrate the world, and fuck it, from love. This is everyone’s right through their own free-will, regardless of biology. And to realise that you’re also being fucked by the world. This is everyone’s right too—to open and to receive what is already being given.

    In other words, the integration move is to learn to fuck and be fucked.

    This begins with allowing yourself to feel your own fuck. The word carries the energy quite brilliantly. If you want to explore your own fuck, just say the word to yourself, out loud, then keep saying it and notice what that name calls forth in your own body and feelings.

    If you want to increase the intensity, try running your hands over your hips, glutes, belly, groin, genitals, pelvic floor – where fuck is rooted. Feel your body respond to your own hands. Notice your experience.

    This energy is vital for a life of creative expression and joy. It’s all your own sovereign energy – the thrust forward into life to search for your desire, the leaning back into life, receiving the beauty you yearn for.

    So find your fuck. And to learn to play both sides. To be both fucker and fuckee. And enjoy the fuck out of the experience.

  • I grew up into my adulthood reading Ken Wilber. His “map of everything” changed my life. He was the first writer to explain reality to me in a way that made sense. I founded my first 3 businesses based on it and the community that had formed around it.

    I dropped my “devotion” to his work a long time ago now, but I periodically find ways where the biases I developed from his framework have been holding me back from certain domains of reality.

    One of the most powerful ideas in his work is that of the pre-trans fallacy. The idea is that anything that follows a developmental trajectory will in some general way go through three stages.

    For example, the movement from pre-egoic consciousness (early childhood), to egoic consciousness (normal adulthood), to trans-egoic consciousness (genuine spirituality).

    The problem however is this…

    Pre-egoic consciousness and post-egoic consciousness can look the same, because they’re both “non-egoic”. And thus we make a duality.

    Ego. Non-ego.

    Ego bad. Non-ego good.

    When actually, teaching “ego” to a child is really good! But ego when you seek to go beyond the conventions? Not good at all.

    Thus we tend to confuse “pre” and “trans” because they’re both “non”. This is the pre/trans fallacy.

    The specific version of the pre-trans fallacy that Wilber often talked about was that of rationality. That is, both our tendency to read “spiritual authenticity” in superstitious pre-rational childishness (new age movement) and to dismiss genuinely trans-rational truths as woo-woo nonsense (rationalist atheism).

    He mentions Freud and Jung as examples of this. Freud tended to collapse trans-rational dreams down into pre-rational “sex issues”. And Jung was more likely to elevate pre-rational childishness into trans-rational symbology.

    At some point this year I realized that the stuff I’ve gotten really interested in over the last few years is essentially “pre-rational” (nonsense). Mythology, shamanism and alchemy—stuff I always thought of as pretty darned weird.

    And I also realized why the idea of “pre-rational” had confused me. I’d read it to mean “therefore not to be taken seriously”.

    But I’ve experimented with taking it really seriously, and…holy fuck.

    I’ve been stunned by the power in these “pre-rational” disciplines. Not that there isn’t a shit ton of new age retro-romanticism in these circles (there is), or that it isn’t in need of some upgrading and integration (it is). But damn. Sometimes it really does feel like I’ve discovered magical powers.

    I have become a devoted practitioner of shamanic soul-flight—the travelling, through the mind’s eye, into the imaginal archetypal realms. There I have met a whole pantheon of odd characters—arch-angels, fairy princesses, dragons, dead sages, religious figures. I ask them for advice. They show me stuff. So far, none of it has steered me false. And some of it has been genuinely life-changing.

    Could this be a clever way of accessing my own “inner-wisdom”? Maybe. Except that the tricky thing is this. The archetypal realm—the world of the dream, myth and archetypes is found by going deep inside. So it is “inner-wisdom”. But it is not “mine”. That is, it’s certainly coming from beyond my mind, beyond the ego, beyond the rational.

    The fuller proof is this. I’ve taken other people’s big questions to my guides, and asked them to show me what is happening. I see weird stuff—things I certainly wouldn’t have thought of myself. And when I share these images and teachings with my friends, they’re blown away. Extreme accuracy. Potent impact.

    I’ve also experimented with “energy magic”. That is, impacting people near me with my “intention”. Some weeks ago I was sitting in the park and a young couple sat down near me in the midst of a bad argument. She was pissed off at him, and he was looking limp and powerless. As I tuned into what I felt their deeper selves wanted to happen, I started quietly talking to them and sending the intention of those words over to them.

    “He loves you. He loves you so much. Show him you love him too.”

    And then almost instantly she stopped firing off her anger, and for the first time since they’d sat down, she looked at him and smiled flirtingly. By this point however, he had become like stone, unresponsive, and he couldn’t see it.

    “Get him to touch you.” I whispered. “Make contact with him, get him to touch you.”

    And as I watched, she reached behind her, picked up a bottle of sun cream, handed it to him and gestured for him to put it on her back.

    What is this but magic? At least according to our dominant rational doctrine.

    It’s quite the journey exploring it all.

    My scepticism is alive and kicking (I’d have it no other way). And I am mining the cognitive dissonance that occurs when I experience magic on the one hand, and on the other, hold a map that says it is impossible.

    But most of all, I’m finding it all shockingly potent, and marvellously fun. And the more I talk about it to people around me, the more closet magicians I find.

    Maybe you’re one too?

  • “Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back…the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too.” William H. Murray

    Until late last year, commitment was a dirty word for me.

    It was something that constrained my natural artistic flair, boxed me in and tainted my organic inspiration.

    It was the rules scrawled on the high school wall.

    “Thou shalt not do anything we don’t allow.”

    I rebelled at school. After being a rather timid and shy kid, I discovered self confidence at the age of 14 when Miss Bowring (unexpectedly) gave me the lead in the school play.

    From then on, rules were there to be broken as far as I was concerned.

    And a commitment was a rule.

    So, fuck rules.

    And fuck commitments.

    There is however, a much deeper form of commitment. One that is not about adhering to a code, or doing what you’re supposed to.

    A true commitment is the meeting between what is already true, and what wants to become real.

    It is the commitment to becoming who you already are.

    And it is one that we must make, if we are to manifest the dreams for which we have been born.

    We Deeply Misunderstand Commitment

    Historically when I thought about the word commitment, I would think of commitment to something. A pledge to do something specific or undertake a particular action.

    “I commit to doing 50 sit-ups a day.”

    “I commit to finally making that course I’ve been thinking about for ages.”

    “I commit to killing infidels in the name of god.”

    “I commit to loving myself unconditionally.”

    The original meaning of commit, is to ‘combine’ or ‘put together’. It comes from Latin. We don’t use that definition much anymore.

    The modern meaning, to ‘make a commitment’ is really recent. 20th century. Probably from translations of Satre’s existential philosophy.

    Satre had this concept he called engagement. When people translated his work from French, the term ‘commitment’ was used. This is from Stanford University’s notes on existentialism…

    “Commitment—or “engagement”—is thus ultimately the basis for an authentically meaningful life, that is, one that answers to the existential condition of being human.”

    As with any good philosophical text, the wording is abstract enough to allow multiple interpretations.

    Here’s mine…

    Commitment is choosing to be who we really are.

    It is not a commitment to some abstract thing like we usually use it. It’s not committing to getting six-pack abs. It’s not committing to changing the world. It’s not committing to make 6-figures this year.

    Rather, it is the practice of engaging life as our true self. Our authentic self.

    A Commitment is Not Simply Made. It is Forged.

    A true commitment is not something we simply make. It is not something to be taken lightly. It is not something that we must adhere to. It is not about keeping one’s word, or being accountable.

    A true commitment is something that is forged. A fire-born integration of what is already true with what wants to become real.

    The melding of two elements that hitherto were distinct.

    True commitment is born from what is already true and within you. It is your essential desire, or soul’s mission. The purpose that is already there, a seed waiting in your deepest heart. It is formless.

    True commitment is born from what wants to become real. It is the words and form you give to the seed of your heart. It is the shape of the grammar, the specificity of the words, the shape of the metaphors.

    A commitment is not simply made. It is forged. It is the forging, from two disparate halves, of one powerful whole.

    Inner formless truth.

    Outer form defined.

    For one without the other is not a true commitment.

    A commitment without the inner heart of truth is not a true commitment. It is an empty promise to a notion of betterment. It is a shell with no meaning.

    “I commit to 60 minutes mediation every day, so that I become a better and more present person.”

    When my commitment is born from an idea that it’s good for me, that I should, that I ought to; it is not a true commitment.

    A commitment without the outer form of defined boundaries is not a true commitment. It is a floating desire, ethereal and unreal. It is a spirit with no body.

    “I have so many passions and deep yearnings. I feel them. They’re deep, and full of potential.”

    When I cannot specify what I’m committed to being, when the words are vague, the definition absent, the congruence impossible to measure; it is not a true commitment.

    A true commitment is the combination of unchosen desire with ruthless definition.

    A true commitment is one that will change your life. Because it is born from who you already are, and will be enacted by who you become.

    It is the entwining of two elements.

    Element #1 – Sourced from Soul

    “Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.” ― Rumi

    You were born with a mission. A soul purpose.

    You didn’t choose it. Not in the way we tend to think of choice. But it is yours, uniquely.

    It was there, latent and unspecified, before you realized you could think about such things. It’s not a directive, or a prescription. It’s a feeling, a shape, a pattern. Like the unique design of a single snow flake. It is distinct but not defined.

    It shows itself through every single thing you do.

    It’s what has you feel drawn to one thing, and repulsed by another. It’s the whisper you hear when you’re quiet enough to notice it. It’s the string from which the background hum of destiny vibrates through your being.

    You are here for a reason. It’s not meaningless.

    But the way you define that meaning is up to you.

    For that inner desire—that deep soul of yearning—has no form. It’s an incomparable and undulating shape. It’s a morphing sound at an irreplicable frequency. It’s a feel of something that cannot ever be sufficiently explained.

    It is formless. It asks to be manifest. Created. Defined.

    Element #2 – Bound by Words

    “Language is the house of the truth of being.”Martin Heidegger

    Words are concepts, empty. They are nothing more than signs to which we attribute meaning. If you see the face of God, he does not have words. If you show a word to a fish, it cannot comprehend the concept.

    And yet, it is words and language that has given us access to the highest stages of consciousness that we know of. Self-awareness. Free-will. Creativity.

    Without the incredible texture and power of language, you and I would not be able to think about consciousness. Or indeed be conscious.

    Without language, you would not be reading these words. I would not be writing them. You and I could not talk about anything.

    Words breathe consciousness into form.

    And so, it is to words that we turn, as the second element of true commitment. In old folk tales, to know something’s name is to have power over it. To know your mission, your purpose, your heart’s desire, and to give words to it, is to bring it into power.

    A true commitment is not something abstractly philosophical, meandering, and ethereal.

    It is a statement. A declaration. The power is captured in the binding.

    Binding is the art of giving shape, through words, to that which is ultimately undefinable. It is taking something that has no perfect definition, and defining it in a way that gives it form and power.

    The Forging of an Item of Power

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.
    – J.R.R Tolkien

    I have long been captivated by fantasy and mythology.

    As a child it was King Arthur, Robin Hood, and The Hobbit. As an adult it’s been writers like Ursula Le Guin, Guy Gavriel Kay, and Marrion Zimmer Bradley.

    Great heroes in these stories often hold items of great power. The sword Excalibur. Thor’s hammer. The One Ring. These items of power are not only symbols, they grant the wielder magical abilities.

    A true commitment is an item of immense power.

    By binding the desire of your soul, with the potency of the poetic word, you call forth the power of your higher self.

    By reaching down into the depths of your origin, and reaching up into the heights of your possibility, you can create that which you truly are.

    By declaring your commitment with uncomfortable and ruthless clarity, you will lay the first stones of a road that will take you further that you can imagine.

    This is the power of a true commitment.

    What a True Commitment is

    A true commitment is many things. And there are many things it is not.

    Here are 6 things that a true commitment is…

    1. Precise, but not simple.
    2. Abstract but not vague.
    3. A statement that is (probably) less than 50 words but more than 5.
    4. An artwork that can be interpreted in a thousand different ways.
    5. Not a task that can ever be completed.
    6. Not a burden that one must carry.

    A true commitment is the shape of your soul, bound by words, and declared to the world.

    It is not something you can create in an afternoon. It is not something you should leave to your next life.

    The forging process may be hard, hot and painful. But what is created carries untold power.

    You carry untold power.

    Define it. Declare it. Live it.

  • I started asking myself this question just over a year ago.

    Last autumn I went through one of the toughest periods of my life.

    After returning from 7 months of traveling in June of 2013, things were on the up. I was full of audacious ideas, a new business partnership, renewed juju.

    And then it all started to crash.

    The woman I’d met in Bali, and for whom I’d returned from America to be with, was not happy with how I was being. Our relationship was really struggling. I was really struggling.

    While I was finding success in the work I was doing – the entrepreneurs academy I’d co-founded was doing really well – I was not happy.

    The new business partnership I’d started in San Francisco had petered out before it really got going. I knew I wasn’t doing what I actually wanted to do, but I couldn’t think of what that was. And I needed money.

    So, when my relationship hit crisis point, and I realized I didn’t have anywhere to retreat to (I’d been crashing with my woman in her room – big mistake), I had to take drastic action.

    I called my mum in tears.

    “Mum, things have got really bad here, and I don’t have anywhere else to go. can I come and stay with you for a little bit?”

    That ‘little bit’ ended up being 4 months, split between my parents houses (they’re separated). here I was, at 31, living back with my parents, my relationship on the rocks, my business ideals in tatters. My ego was crushed.

    My bright mind couldn’t get me out of the twisting maze.

    1. I’m not doing the work I’m supposed to.
    2. I don’t know what that is, or how to get paid from it.
    3. But I need money to get a house, and get myself grounded again.
    4. But I can’t do work that my heart isn’t in anymore.
    5. Repeat.

    I kept trying to strategize it – come up with the smart plan that would get me what I wanted, without stress, and without betraying my heart.

    But it just kept looping, around and around.

    So I turned to God.

    I don’t know why. It just seemed like the right thing to do. Even though I didn’t really know what that meant. And I still carried a bunch of Christian allergies. But I went in.

    I started reading Christian mysticism, and meditating and praying profusely.

    And somewhere in the tumult of swirling experiences, the question was given to me.

    What is being asked of me?

    It’s a question I’ve asked myself countless times since then. And one I’ve asked my clients, and friends too.

    I like it as a question. Deeply.

    It’s powerful. Fucking powerful. And yet, it doesn’t assume anything, except that something is possible. And that that possibility is greater than I am.

    It pulls at my edges. It pulls at what I consider possible. It pulls at the edges of my individuality, connecting me to a greater whole. A greater plan. A greater play.

    And so, as I sit back and reflect on this year, it is this question that has pulled and called me forth into things I could not have manifested alone.

    It’s the question I ask when things get confusing. It’s the question I ask when I’m freezing up in fear. It’s the question I ask when I want to connect with something infinitely wider than my mind.

    I could list so many things that this question has opened up for me.

    Here are 5 big ones.

    1. Quitting the Business Academy I Co-founded

    It wasn’t simply the academy that I stepped away from, but the business partnership I’d had for two and a half years.

    It was a huge decision.

    I didn’t know where money would come from afterwards. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do instead. I didn’t know whether I was being sensible or idiotic.

    But it was what was asked of me.

    I could feel the truth of it. And I could hear the truth of it from the mouths of loved ones around me.

    All the while my rational mind was going loopy. It couldn’t make sense of it. And my anxiety was spinning itself up, telling me what I was doing was ‘not safe’.

    I kept checking in. Is this what is being asked of me?

    “Yes.”

    It was the hardest decision I made this year. It was the best decision I made this year. It’s changed my life.

    2. Reaching out to a Mentor

    For about 3 months, I kept having intuitions about it.

    A voice kept saying: “Reach out to him, ask him to be your mentor.”

    I couldn’t make sense of it. He’s an incredibly busy guy. A leader of a big and successful business. I don’t even know him that well.

    So I’d let it go. And forget about it. And a few weeks later, it would pop up again.

    “Reach out to him. Ask him to be your mentor.”

    This is what’s being asked of me? To reach out?

    “Yes.”

    So I did. And he said yes.

    We meet every month. It’s incredibly powerful. I feel so blessed. Being with him and receiving his help has had profound effects on me and my business.

    3. Signing my First Long-term Coaching Clients

    They wanted to work with me.

    I’d coached them through the academy I’d just stepped out of. I’d gone way beyond the coaching they’d paid for, because I just loved them and their business.

    I’d coached people on and off for several years, but I’d never signed my own private clients to a long-term package deal before. I’d always done it on a session by session basis. But this needed something way bigger than that.

    I wrote them a proposal. It took me two days. The package and price I quoted them scared the shit out of me. It was big.

    Is this what I’m asked to do? Is this what I’m asked to quote them?

    “Yes.”

    Fuck.

    I sent it to them, and felt all the tension drip off me.

    I’d spoken my pure truth. I wasn’t anxious about what they would say. I’d spoken my heart. There was nothing more I could do.

    And then they said yes.

    And then I called them and checked their commitment level. I could feel some hesitancy in them, and I wanted it to be a full yes.

    They said that had them trust me even more.

    We did some fabulous work together. We learned a huge amount. They’re now some of my favorite people on the planet.

    4. Hiring a Coach I Couldn’t Afford

    I’d known for some time that I wanted to invest in a coach of my own. I knew it was time for me.

    I’d spoken to Steve Chandler, one of the biggest coaches around. He was an option. But it didn’t feel right. I half-approached another couple of people I knew, and sounded them out. But none of it felt right.

    Then my friend Lisa had an intuition I should reach out to Sam, a coach and good friend of hers. Which I did.

    We ended up talking for two and a half hours. It felt so right to be coached by him. And the price he quoted me scared the shit out of me.

    I slept on it, and went for a walk in the park early the next morning. I tuned in.

    Am I asked to sign up for this?

    “Yes.” Fuck. But I’m scared. I can’t afford this.

    I’m really asked to do this?

    “Yes.”

    So I biked over to a cafe, and sent him the money.

    The coaching with Sam has taken my business to another level. And it’s taken me to another level of myself.

    5. Publishing Things I Didn’t Want to Publish

    It must have been just before I finally launched this site (it took me over 7 months from sketch to launch, seriously). I was meditating, and could feel that there was something wanting to come through.

    I tuned in deeply, and cast my closed eyes upward. There were two guys sitting there in big stone chairs. One was old, un-attached, immovable. One was younger, fiery, charming. I trusted them completely, immediately.

    What’s being asked of me?

    The answer was instant.

    “Ewan. You must speak. You must speak.”

    I knew it was true. Truer than ideas or concepts. Truth in its rawest form.

    So I vowed to speak. To speak the things I felt in my heart, but was deeply resisting to utter with my lips.

    I published the blogs here on this site. And each and every time I could feel the counter-force fighting me. I’d squirm as I hit ‘share’ on facebook.

    But I trusted it. I knew it was what was being asked of me.

    What is being asked of you?

    It’s the most powerful question I know.

    It’s one you can’t get wrong. You can’t get it right either.

    But you can ask it. Deliberately. Resolutely. Faithfully. And you can feel the truth of what is asked in return. And you can make a choice. To listen.

    What is being asked of you?

    Really. Be with it. Now.

    What is being asked of you?

    It’s not a homework assignment. It’s the call of your being.

    What is being asked of you?

    It’s already there. The question is already in you. You just need to reach out and listen.

    What is being asked of you?

    Write it down. Breathe it in. Offer it up.