…is happening for you.
And it’s meant to happen through you.
Call it God, call it Source, call it Energy, call it Spirit, call it Light, call it Love.
It’s A-X) and Z) All of the above.
And it’s here.
It’s now.
It’s among us.
It’s at hand.
And the only place we can ever get it is here in the now.
So don’t run from it.
If it has shown up as your life, then it’s meant for your good, for your being, and for your becoming.
We get to be human.
Say it with me.
This can be just another Monday.
A groggy attempt to reclaim weekend highs with a frustrated posture for wherever you may find yourself in spirit, mind, and body.
Or it can be magical, majestic, and pregnant with possibility and hope.
It can be just another ________…
…or it can be an original.
Maybe your children are offering you a song that welcomes you back to your original child-likeness. Remember that ‘you’? That you never had a business card and won’t ever need one either.
Perhaps the sun that will warm your skin today is the same sun humming a tune into the dirt and vines on your block ushering spring into being out of the muck of autumn’s decay. Could the bloom(s) of spring be millions of lovely questions and affirmations bursting specifically for you? If you listen closely, you can hear them exude via color “I’m an original…and so are you!”
Or maybe this monotonous Monday has an agenda that is woven with earth and Heaven? And what if that agenda could use a conduit, a bridge, or a medium to transport something that, end the end, could transform something? What if that conduit was you? What if you were also meant to be in on the transformation?
Call it whatever you need to.
Just don’t call it Monday.
That carries too much baggage.
You’ve been given wings to go somewhere new, eyes to see with possibility, and hands to paint with hope.
…the momentum begins.
When you know ‘why’ you are here, you immediately make movements to find the instruments that will lend themselves to your music.
You’re not here to build a facade and you’re not meant to be a carbon copy of another.
Be the hands, the feet, the eyes, the words, and the soul that only you can be.
Today, may you waltz through these ‘why’s’.
Ashton.Gustafson 