I had a massive understanding come through me today. I witnessed the power of words form an entirely new plane of reality. My ego so eager to share and be heard.
Never again will I say what I see. Not in the way of actuality or finality. For we are fluid. Like water, our emotions can flow this way and that. And the mere words of a stranger have the potential to plant a seed that takes root. Your perception of the seeds thrown haphazardly could bear forth the weeds that were never to be – until me. Not as if I am special, but words cast can become a spell never to be forgotten. They have the ability to alter another's course.
It is my belief that we choose our destiny. So now I know that I am simply a vessel, a sounding board, a mirror. I will only ever again ask what another sees, feels, desires – rather than offer some unimaginative map. I am not the map maker of the chooser of your life.
There are no certainties. Other than the purity and clarity of a decision made in the moment. For the next moment may bring “yes” to “no” and “stay” to “go”.
I will simply ride this river with you, dear human. The raft, the current, the waterfall - but never the rock for you to push aside, go around, or smooth over with time.
I will flow with you and you with me. The water together. Flowing and free.