You see, when we find that sweet spot that aligns what we do with who we be, we may never fully know the ripple effects, but we will receive some affirmation along the way. Those affirmations may not come in rapid succession like they did for my friend this past Monday, but if we pay attention, they do come to encourage us to fully embody who we be.
The struggle to name it, however, is rooted in my pursuit of pathways to express this “doing” of unconventional sacred purpose through very conventional means. Now two seminary degrees and three annual conferences later, it is refreshing to both embrace and name the unorthodox thing that I do.
Unexpectedly, this series of events–meeting new people in a new place offered me a new platform that aligns with my gift of writing. Those connections that were made six months ago also coincided with an event that happened two months later. That second event happened one night in late June when I stopped at the Walgreens on James Island after attending my niece’s summer camp orchestra concert.
After a tumultuous year, the first weekend of the last quarter of 2017, which also ushered in the harvest moon, was providing a sign post. You see, the harvest is much bigger and a lot closer when we approach it with the understanding that it’s never just about us. This past weekend was about connecting with sacred purpose as a family member and a global citizen.
The pursuit of sacred purpose is a process of peeling back the layers that we have subconsciously built up to protect ourselves from the bad, which has also kept out the good. More importantly, it has kept in the goodness of our essence–keeping it hidden, constricted and unexpressed. With layers peeled back, however, we arrive at center–our sweet spot of blissful authenticity.
Like breadcrumbs leading us back home, the sign posts along the way to sacred purpose come in many sizes, shapes, and forms. They appear in the midst of diverse challenges, experiences, and occurrences. And for me, they appeared this week as I participated in Charleston’s Moja Arts Festival for the very first time ever.