A friend posed a question yesterday: “What would you like your legacy to be?” I have never really cared much about my legacy. Perhaps it is my relationship with the word. Legacy sounds a bit lofty to me.
Yesterday, however, felt different. My friend’s question made me pause and ponder. What would I like my legacy to be? What am I about? What would I want to bring to this table called life? What am I offering?
In the past, the response has often been I wanted to be a servant of God, Truth, Life, Universes, however you may call It. Again, yesterday, it sounded like it was too easy of a response. The response seemed to have come out of habit. A fresh response was needed for this particular moment.
I stayed with the question for a little longer. I let go of my relationship with the word legacy and opened myself up to its richer meaning. What would I like my legacy to be? What am I about? What would I want to bring to this table called life? What am I offering?
Space. That was the word that came up. I remembered a then-proposed phrase for the vision of Beshara/Chisholme, “to provide space for education to happen”. My mind skipped to another friend‘s statement: “to be in a position of service to what is trying to happen”. Then it wandered to a phrase I used as part of my byline on an online magazine, “Eva believes that people are happiest and most beneficial to others when they are themselves.”
Potatoes, potatoes. I see patterns.
I twiddled with the words for a bit. It came to this:
To the curious souls, here is a space from where we intend to hear.
For it is through hearing that we may know.
The intended legacy. A work in progress, as always. What’s yours? I am curious.
[to be continued]