I love a quote from Howard Thurman: “Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the world needs is more people who have come alive.”
For me, that question has always been resonant — because sharing what makes me come alive has been both my deepest calling and the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
As a child, I was deeply sensitive. What made me come alive, I always did alone. I would imagine discovering long-lost dinosaur eggs, loving them until they hatched, and then nurturing them. I also carried a quiet knowing that this earth was only a temporary home — that we come from the stars. I never told anyone. I didn’t even know why.
Years later, in meditation, I felt vividly alive. I asked myself: Am I safe to connect from this place? The answer came: I don’t know. I realized I had buried what made me come alive for my own survival. What’s changed everything has been the relationships where I could be safe — safe to be me, to love what I love, and to be loved for exactly who I am.
And here is the mystery of love: what I didn’t receive, but later was given, I can now give to others. In the giving, love reveals itself to all of us anew. This is why I do the work I do.
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