I did not discover a purpose
in the frantic places,
where everyone is so vigilant
about looking important
They forget to become whole.
Purpose found me in nature—
beneath trees that stood
with quiet dignity,
beside water that knew how to move
without asking permission.
The earth is an astute teacher.
She does not lecture.
She does not beg for applause.
She simply blooms, sheds, restores,
and says, with a little sass:
Catch up, beloved.
Ritual became my remedy—
a candle, a prayer,
a bowl of water,
a moment of stillness
before the world tried to make me forget myself.
I learned that healing it
is not always dramatic.
Sometimes it is subtle.
Sometimes it is steadfast.
Sometimes it is choosing peace
When chaos sends an invitation
with glitter on it.
Community taught me, too.
The right people do not belittle your becoming.
They do not make your softness feel like a burden.
They gather around your truth
with warmth, patience, and grace.
That is sacred.
That is vital.
That is how the soul remembers.
It was never meant to survive alone.
Purpose, I now understand,
is not some distant, elusive treasure.
It lives in the daily devotion—
in the walk,
in the prayer,
in the laughter,
in the hands that hold yours
without asking you to shrink.
And yes, there is humor in it.
All this time,
I thought I had to chase purpose
like a woman running late
in fabulous shoes.
But the purpose was already here—
calm, radiant, slightly amused—
waiting for me
to stop performing
and start listening.
Now I move with intention.
I bloom with wisdom.
I love with discernment.
I heal with community.
I stand in nature
and remember my name.
Because the real victory
is not noise.
It is alignment.
It is peace.
It is the sacred confidence
of knowing:
I was never lost.
I was becoming—
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