I enjoyed the mild breezes, partly cloudy skies, and eighty degree temperatures today. Beautiful day, one that suited me well, an upbeat day in which I rejoiced in my personal truth.
Even though it is late, now, I just came in from outside. Even though I’m content with the day, I’m not satisfied to stay put in my current situation. By that I mean I am amped up to get my short nonfiction book published, available for sale. I want to market it, speak about the concepts contained in it, coach individuals who care about themselves and what they have to offer to this Universe and their fellow creatures, and maybe even develop it all into a workshop.
I feel this spirit of adventure, and today suited that spirit. I have immensely enjoyed these many months of producing a nightly article, and for a slightly shorter time the “Pages” production and the extra post at night. I have learned much, and I wish to learn more. I’m doing that as I prepare to publish.
I want to do this because it’s me, it’s my offering to myself and the Universe, the same thing I think I help others to do. I need to be the keeper of who I am, of what my personal truth is. I am all about Discovery.
I wrote earlier today about the connection I felt with the physical aspects of the day, the physical imbued with the essence of Spirit in all. I like the way I said it: “I have been filled with this joy in knowing this wonderful unity exists, yet I do not lose my self-identity in the grandeur of it all. In fact, I’m given, I’ve taken, this identity to explore and then discover this personal reality bound to the rest of the Universe. I, Michael Foster DePung, Discovery, find delight in this all, and it serves as my personal proof of my personal truth. To you, yours!”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s well-known poem “Ulysses” fits that mood for me today. (Even though at this moment I just returned from walking my dogs and I’m pissed at my girl for not taking a piss — because she saw another dog!) It’s a poem of living one’s truth, disregarding any other expectations. Through my metaphysical lens, that is exactly the way I interpret the sentiments in the poem.
When Ulysses, after three years of treading water in others’ truths, others’ expectations, he says, “I cannot rest from travel.” It was his Heart. It was the only way he could experience fulfillment and significance: “…I will drink / Life to the lees.” Yes, he could have had respect, reputation, power, wealth, and ease if he had stayed, but he would have not been true to himself. Are those things that sound so good really the primary measures people use to gauge success? If they do not arise from knowing Self and following Heart, then they are bitter disappointments in the end game.
However, following Heart produces ever-expanding horizons, because this is an infinite Universe set in motion and energized by infinite Spirit. That Spirit is in me as Heart, and Spirit has imbued itself in some way in all of creation, which is why Ulysses could say, “I am part of all that I have met.” Yet, while there is an intimate connection with all, there is our unique self-identity to live and make known so that the rest of creation can interact solidly with us.
I am ready to forge ahead and know the reality of living my truth and joys: “Yet all experience is an arch wherthro’ / Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades / For ever and forever when I move.” It takes our motion in our Purpose to know the fullness of life, to feel the significance and joy of living that we came here to experience. We have to do something, and when we do it, the possibilities for more are limitless!
Even though I have been on my journey and loved the way I have chosen and created, there is more, more I have set in motion and will sail towards. Ulysses made sure his basic responsibilities were met by helping others to realize their gifts, to discover Self and develop purpose, which happened with his son Telemachus who would now rule over the kingdom: “He works his work, I mine.” We each have our created purpose, if we bother to create it.
Then, Ulysses called for those who knew their purpose was related to, connected with, his: “My mariners, / Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me — / That ever with a frolic welcome took / The thunder and the sunshine… .” This is the fellowship of the Heart, those who can join in some way and to some extent with one another and stay in concert with their own Heart. And it’s a joy, “a frolic welcome.”
Tonight, then, I invite you, if you have read this far, to live the emotional part of Ulysses’ sentiment with me. I need you to respond in order to help me focus on a name for my little nonfiction book. I have three possible titles for it, but before I give them to you, here is one possible description of the book:
Remember that sweet, warm, velvet summer night sky, littered with the stars of the constellations, each one flashing its essence at you: “What’s life all about?” Turn your wondering into wandering through the pages of [title of this book]. If you’re a dreamer, then this book will help you turn dreams into purpose, vision, mission, and goals. Then, go answer the stars and tell the whole Universe what your life is all about!
Three possible titles:
1. We All Wanna Know: Discovering Self and Creating Purpose
2. Discovering Self and Creating Purpose: Who Am I? Why Am I Here?
3. We All Wanna Know: Who Am I? Why Am I Here?
If you wish to be part of this journey, let me know. Maybe response on my Facebook or Instagram accounts would be easiest for me to keep tabs on responses.
Questions to consider:
How many times have you asked yourself or simply thought about the following questions?
Who am I, really?
What is my truth?
How do my actions reveal what I really feel and believe?
What would I do with my life if I could do anything?
What is my passion?
Why am I here?
How can I discover answers to any of these questions?
If you have considered any of these questions, I hope that my experiences and writing will give you some guidance. Please read my blog and comment and share your thoughts. I would love to hear from you!