I have asked this question in so many ways.
Even after I heard the angelic voice say, there is more to this life, I still found myself looking around and asking, where?
Where is it?
Where is the more?
Where is the life I can feel but cannot yet see?
Where is the path?
Where is the opening?
Where is the proof?
Where is the thing I am supposed to find?
And maybe that is part of being human.
We feel something before we can name it.
We sense a life before we are living it.
We hear the call before we know where it is leading.
So we ask, where is it?
Where is the healing?
Where is the relationship?
Where is the money?
Where is the clarity?
Where is the place I belong?
Where is the version of me I keep sensing but cannot fully reach?
I wonder if we ever fully stop asking.
Maybe the question itself is not the problem.
Maybe it comes down to where we are asking from.
Sometimes where is it comes from fear.
It comes from the part of us that is tired. The part that has waited, hoped, tried, reached, prayed, and still does not see the thing in front of us.
Sometimes it comes from lack.
Where is the support?
Where is the answer?
Where is the life I thought I would have by now?
Sometimes it comes from comparison.
We look around and it seems like other people have found their place. Their work. Their person. Their purpose. Their rhythm. Their answer.
And we are still standing in the in between, feeling something but unable to hold it.
So the question becomes heavier.
Where is it?
Where is mine?
Sometimes the question comes from the younger self within us.
Where is love?
Where is safety?
Where is the person who will stay?
Where is the hand that will lead me?
Where is the place where I can finally rest?
And when we ask from that place, the world can feel empty.
Every silence feels like absence.
Every delay feels like rejection.
Every closed door feels like evidence that life has forgotten us.
But the question can change.
The same words can come from a different place inside us.
Where is it can become a sacred question.
Where is life guiding me now?
Where is the next doorway?
Where is the truth beneath this longing?
Where is Spirit asking me to listen?
Where is the place inside me that already knows?
The frightened self asks with urgency.
The abandoned self asks with ache.
The comparing self asks with pressure.
The soul asks with curiosity.
The rooted self asks with willingness.
The awakened self may still ask, but it listens differently.
It does not demand that life prove itself immediately.
It does not search only for the answer it already decided it wanted.
It begins to notice the quiet pull.
The small opening.
The feeling in the body.
The repeated sign.
The conversation that arrives at the right time.
The door that opens in a way the mind would have never planned.
Maybe where is it is not always asking us to look farther away.
Maybe sometimes it is asking us to come closer.
Closer to the truth of what we feel.
Closer to the part of us we have been ignoring.
Closer to the grief underneath the wanting.
Closer to the desire we keep trying to make reasonable.
Closer to the wisdom that has been speaking through the body long before the mind knew how to explain it.
When I heard there is more to this life, I thought the more was somewhere else.
Somewhere I needed to find.
Somewhere I needed to arrive.
Somewhere outside of the life I was already standing in.
And in some ways, that was true.
There were places I had to go.
Choices I had to make.
People I had to leave.
Parts of myself I had to meet.
A life I had to grow into.
But the more was also not as far away as I thought.
It was moving beneath the surface.
It was in the voice that spoke.
It was in the ache that would not let me settle.
It was in the questions I kept asking.
It was in the discomfort that kept showing me what I could no longer live inside of.
It was in the longing itself.
Maybe we ask where is it because some part of us can already feel that it exists.
We may not know the form.
We may not know the timing.
We may not know how it will arrive.
But something in us knows there is more than the life we have been repeating.
And that knowing begins to call us.
At first, we may look everywhere outside of ourselves.
We may look for the person.
The answer.
The sign.
The guarantee.
The moment when everything finally makes sense.
Then, slowly, life begins to teach us how to ask differently.
Where am I being guided today?
Where is the next honest step?
Where am I giving my power away?
Where am I waiting for something outside of me to give me permission?
Where is the part of me that already knows the truth?
Where is Spirit meeting me right now?
The question matures.
At one point, where is it is a cry into the dark.
Later, it becomes a conversation with life.
And eventually, we may realize that the it we were looking for was never just a place, a person, a career, a sign, or a perfect arrival.
It was a relationship.
With ourselves.
With Spirit.
With the unseen current that had been moving beneath our lives all along.
So maybe we do keep asking.
Maybe that is not failure.
Maybe asking is part of how we stay alive to the movement of life.
The difference is that we begin to ask from presence instead of panic.
We ask with our feet on the ground.
We ask with our heart open.
We ask with enough stillness to receive an answer we did not expect.
Where is it?
Maybe it is here, beginning as a whisper.
Maybe it is there, waiting through the next doorway.
Maybe it is already moving through the longing that brought you to ask.
Maybe the more was never missing.
Maybe you were learning how to hear it, follow it, and become available to it.
With love and blessings,
Susan