“When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

We are all untitled travelers, traveling onward. Once of fire and spirit.

We live an untitled life. It begins without name, without Earthly origin and without trajectory. It simply happens, untitled, new, free and born into time. It is our divine plan, the plan of the soul to forget that we must find our way home. And then, just to make it fair, we must forget that we forgot it.

This is the beginning of life.

I believe we are all here purposefully. Not by random happenstance, not by some miraculous chemical reaction that happened all on its own. We are all here, unscripted in thought, but scripted by the divine source.

We are all traveling home.

I can recall a time when my life was full of confusion, not so long ago. It seems that I’d spent most if not all of my twenties searching for the next big thrill, half-thinking my way through life, making countless mistakes and never learning from them. I’d wake in the morning with no real plan in mind, but beyond my own muted life-vision, a voice did whisper subtly to me.

“Something wonderful exists.”

This I knew in my heart, though my head-voice was too loud to hear it speak.

Then came my thirties, a basic extension of my twenties at first, then about halfway through I became aware.

I became aware of time.

Not only did I become aware of time, but of thought, of life and of the presence of something much greater than myself. It was then that the voice I’d always heard became louder. It stopped whispering and started nudging, pushing and pulling at me until my focus was where it needed to be, and where it should’ve been all along.

It made me stop and face myself.

Looking within, looking beyond my own reflection I found the simplicity of my life still untitled. I found that my story had barely begun, and though I’d tried writing it, the first page was of poor penmanship, sloppy limerick and thin washes of emotional syrup.

It was then evident to me that I truly had no idea who I was.

Painful, yet revealing. But in pain, we grow fully aware of our strengths. My heart was unleashed then, and has been for some time now. And with forty a simple moment away, it only took a moment of stillness and pure reflection to understand how important it was to open up, to allow love, to let gratitude flow and reciprocate.

It is of love that I am alive, and within love I will return.

It is during these pivotal times of our life that we are forced to grow, to change and to fully realize that we all have a story to tell. That we all have love to give and to share with the world. We all write our own manifesto, our own reference of self, our own letters of love.

We all pen this work with the grace of our lives, should we live so gracefully.

It is a duty to all of us to find our life’s title, to become the orchestra and the maestro. To write the lines and color them in, to bind the book with the vein of our hearts and fill the pages with the poetry of our lives.

Allow love to speak through you. Let it take your words and deliver its message. Through this, form your title. Find your passion and find yourself. When this happens, the soul will speak and life will quicken.

Then you will remember what we’ve all forgotten.

It is only through becoming ourselves that we can give our gifts to the world. So we should all become a moving mantle for love, one that travels forever onward..

Onward to our one true home.