
23/06/2025
I’ve wasted so much time chasing my life’s purpose. But…what if purpose was never meant to be chased?
What if life’s purpose is right here. In eating slowly, drinking that morning cuppa, watching the sunrise or the sunset, or walking in a wildflower meadow like the one in the photo. But…slowing down enough so I can savour it all and appreciate these things. Slowing down enough so I can use all my senses and breathe deeply at the same time?
What if purpose means allowing myself to feel everything, the grief, the joy, the emptiness without rushing to fix it or run away from it?
Maybe my obsession with finding purpose was just a trick designed to keep me always searching outside myself.
If purpose lives in the act of living and being, then the answers aren’t somewhere else or waiting in a better version of me…they’re here, in the everyday moments.
Purpose isn’t something I needed to chase. It’s found here in this breath, in this body, in these hands that allow me to hug and to hold, in these feet that allow me to walk and wander. It’s here, in this heart, that feels everything so deeply. It’s here, in these eyes that allow me to see clearly, in this messy, corrupt, but oh so beautiful world.
Maybe, the most precious gift in life is life itself.
I’m am Home 💜
PS. Give me till the end of the week to wash my smalls, pay my respects to my old Bagpuss Jonno, show some love to the tort and I’m all yours.
Healings commence 30th June.