I used to think words mattered…

I used to think words mattered.
Like, really mattered.
I clung to every phrase like it was holy scripture.

I saved workshop descriptions from 20 years ago, copied lines from newsletters that “landed,” website headers, and bits of poetic language that seemed to capture some essence I didn’t want to lose. I reread them all religiously every time I needed to write something new—believing, somewhere deep down, that the right wording would finally make me… what? Safe? Successful? Seen?

Honestly, it drove me nuts.

Now, thankfully, I’m in a different place.

My gift has never been about the exact phrasing.
My gift is opening a field. A shift in energy. A space where something deep and sacred can move.

Words are just the delivery system.
And if the Field is present, the words will carry it—whether they’re perfect or not.

So I’m letting the words come. I’m letting the old phrases go. I trust the transmission now more than the polish.

It’s such a relief to stop gripping.
I don’t need to sound brilliant.
I just need to be real.
The Field will do the rest.