The mystic in me 12.20.23

Do you sit and wonder, where did I come from? What is my soul’s calling? Is there more and what does that look like, feel like? How are we connected? What is the truth? Who is God?

The mysteries of life. My guess is that most people have wondered some of these. My own children have asked some questions like these, thoughtfully and innocently. Perhaps we are all children, curious wanderers, trying to figure out these answers…seeking truth to help make sense of it all.

What if…. what if we allowed the mystery to sit in our hearts. Could it be that we don’t need an answer to be complete? How do we let go, enough to be ok with the unknown?

According to the Oxford dictionary a mystic is “a person who seeks by contemplation and self-surrender to obtain unity with or absorption into the Deity or absolute, or who believes in the spiritual apprehension of truths that are beyond the intellect.”

Can we seek the mystic in ourselves? Can we accept that there are things as human beings that we forget, that our human minds can’t comprehend… Can we be mystics for a day, an hour, a moment to allow ourselves that gift to be still, and accept….

Maybe that acceptance will even bear growth to our inner knowing and we will allow our humanness see more into our souls. For now, I close with this simple, yet profound question. For the mystic in me is ever evolving, and little moments of stillness is sometimes the perfect way to water that growth.

xo,

Jill