As human beings born into this multidimensional world, our earliest movements are inspired by purpose; we cry to be comforted, we suck to feel full, we squint to understand what it is we are seeing. Eventually we evolve beyond our intrinsic motivation to survive and we reach simply to see how far we can reach. Every thought, feeling, and action continues to be provoked by the inexplicable power of purpose.
Like a locomotive carrying it's load safely along a winding mountain pass, purpose carries us throughout our well lived lives. When the end of life is creeping up this familiar sense of purpose begins to twist and turn and confusion ensues. The journey is coming to a close. The solid motivating purpose that has driven our living since our very conception has run out of fuel. The once powerful force supporting our every desire is now a hallow suggestion. Even the small, seemingly insignificant tasks ache for direction.
For many nearing the unfamiliar transition from life to death, there arrives a period of time where purpose transmutes from reaching out to resting in. Living shifts from action, to reception.
