Are You Doing the Work You Dreamt of?

24th November 2015


None can reach dawn

without travelling the road

of night.

Khalil Gibran

Sometimes it takes near death to wake to the work you’re here to do.

The work you’d dreamt of. The one you’d once felt able to design. To excel at.

In pursuit of success, standing and money we rush from this to that, from here to there. We hurry  and hustle, ever doing, to keep even with a false god we’ve given ourself over to. In the wake of this mindless busyness our unconscious shallow breath starves our dreams of hope.

Knowing all would be well what work would you travel the road of night for?

Starving yourself of joy, purpose and the work you’re here to do is to incite your soul to near death. Letting go of striving you can attempt to come to ground. To practice the art of being. Here your soul awakes with renewed purpose, love and joy. Connecting or reconnecting you to the path that is yours alone to venture. The one that takes you home.

How can you come to ground to practice the art of being?

Your path invites you to return and reignite with what is true for you. To create and shape the work you’d once thought was yours to do. Or, perhaps now, you’re freshly intuiting and yet to meet and know your souls work. Be your way known or unknown your path calls you to cultivate new conversations with your work. Ones you’ve not dared before or not known how to enter.

What inner and outer conversations could you have with with your work? 

You are of course well-versed in creating your life. You do it second by second, every minute and all day long by what you think, say and do. The quality and authenticity of your dreams and work is determined by the level of consciousness and attention you grant your inner and outer dialogue.

What thoughts, actions and conversations are getting in the way of doing work you love?

Trusting your path keeps you from being tempted by another’s way. Paths that will  surely waylay and separate you from your true north.  To covet another’s path and forsake your own is to lose faith. A denial of your glorious, beautiful and needed uniqueness. Your destined way of being and doing. To take another’s way is to give up on your own.

What practices help keep you grounded and trusting with what is?

Sometimes well-being, uninvited opinions ladened with expectation, cast a fog of doubt upon your way. Natural and temporary, it is the language of fear and grief. It is a knowing that current ways thinking, saying, doing and being will no longer serve you as journey onward.

As you ready yourself for the work you’re here to do smother your fears with gratitude. Everything you’ve done before has led you to now. Travel with trust towards your essential self and the work you were destined to do.

If you were doing the work of your soul what would you thank it for?

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree of a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest know
Where you are. You must let it find you.

Lost – David Wagoner