My first Phylosophy…
…found its way to you 840 days ago. And I admit, hand on my heart, that, coming up with something fresh every Friday hasn’t always been easy.
I say all this to share a dubious slice of inspiration that assaulted my ears when the office music algorithm had a momentary lapse of reason; after the aural pleasure of Maxwell, Sade and Soul II Soul, Miley Cyrus slaughtered the vibe with,
“It’s my mouth I can say what I want to!”
Not exactly Shakespeare but I could work with the twerker. What about a riff on free speech and having the balls to truth bomb your beliefs?
But La Muse cared not for Miley. And instead, my mind landed on a force that lives in whispers, tears and questions, as well as joy, clarity and courage.
Beyond a passion, ambition or goal, your Calling arrives without warning. You have no choice. It keeps you awake. Haunts and excites you. It probably ain’t pretty. And you’re more likely to feel your calling before you hear it.
On a soul level, to follow your Calling is to be in divine service. Even if it’s hard. Even if it’s confronting. Even if it’s terrifying. Especially if it’s terrifying. It defies dogma and worships freedom in every shape, colour and expression.
I’ve always imagined a glam calling. Sequins a-dazzlin’. Red lips a-lippin’. An adoring crowd. The whole shiny shootin’ match.
I guess I haven’t really been listening. But I’m all ears now.
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