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.