Whatever the universe may do in some distant future—spin, shrink, disappear, start over—the universe, right now, is vibrantly expanding. Expansion seems to be its driving urge.
From the Big Bang, right down to the explosion of binary cell division that resolves into a complexly evolving fetus, The Universe seems intent on expanding more and more life, complexity, beauty, abundance into its vast body.
From the exquisitely patterned developmental stages of a healthy disposition, into the full throttle thrown into wish fulfillment, we are coded with an expansive desire for growth.
From crystalline structures in snowflakes, frost patterns on windows, and sparkling symmetries in rare gems buried in layers of rock, fractal iterations throughout Nature insist on unfolding and expanding our wonderment.
You are one of those unfoldingments. You are the desire of the evolutionary impetus to further itself. You are the smouldering ember of desire’s next big bang.
“Tell me,” writes Mary Oliver, “what is it you plan to do with your one, wild and precious life?”[i]
That’s a crazy sexy inspiring question. That question can set the heart on fire. It can set the mind to scanning the psychic landscape for those embers of potentiality that, when tended, burst into destiny’s living fire.
If you don’t feel any spark in you, try this exercise: take Mary Oliver’s question with you as you walk through your days and weeks.
What is it I plan to do with my one, wild and precious life?
Repeat it like a mantra, a prayer, a favourite song lyric.
Write it on binder covers, notebook margins, journal headers, doodle scraps.
Post it on cupboards and mirrors and fridge doors.
Post it on Facebook and Twitter statuses.
Let it seep in, remind you, become you. Just let it in, over and over. Then let go.
Let go of outcome agendas.
Let that question expand your mind, fill your heart, and inspire your whole being to transcend current limitations.
What you impress upon your subconscious mind over and over begins to arrange itself in patterns beyond the conscious mind’s imagining.
Let that question in. What do you plan to do with your one wild and singular life?
Let the answers flow. Become what you most singularly must become in your one wildish soul.
[i] Oliver, Mary (1992). New and Selected Poems, ‘A Summer Day.’ Boston: Beacon Press, p. 94.