Truth
The fluidity of…
Is it true? Is it true for me? Is it true for you?
We see the same. We do the same.
The meaning it brings will never be the same.
Our lives dipped in infinitely different experiences.
Beliefs. Perceptions. Perceived knowledge.
The energy we hold in a moment of time playing a part.
All this and more make truth fluid.
What is the truth?
Reflecting on this, I realise I can be easily “sold” on the truth.
Heard through what I believe is an unfiltered eye and ear.
I can put myself in anyone’s shoes… imagine what they might think, feel how they might feel, understand why they do things they do or have done or will do.
I might get close.
But I can never “know” beyond all doubt the truth. I make it up based on who I am and what I believe I know in the moment.
I will never know for sure.
I don’t even know my own truth.
So then how can I perceive or imagine to know another’s?
Even if I know the person intimately. Even if that person has come through me.
I need to remember to observe and listen with a beginners mind.
Every time.
Never presume I know the truth, or ever will.
Written or spoken. Words have the power to mislead our interpretation of the truth too.
The closer I think I get to “knowing” the truth, the further away it seems.
I am practising my intuition. Hopeful I can use it to guide me to my truth.
I have felt this intuition lead me on a path. Happily believing I had found my truth. I thought I knew myself better than ever. It felt joyous. Blissful.
Unexpectedly slapped in the face. Again. Awakening me to think. Again. Look within. Again.
This week’s prompt has caught me at a time where I have been doubting.
Doubting who I am. Doubting what my purpose is. Doubting I am getting closer to seeing my truth.
The last month knocked me around. I felt like I was regressing. I was letting fear guide me. Letting “what if’s” feel like they were the truth.
A medical result my partner received showed me I was still attached to the hope he will stop drinking. Holding on to the hope that unconditional love was able to “fix” him. Not accepting it was out of my control. Not accepting it was not my place to judge the need to “fix” in the first place.
The work I had done in the last 18 months crumbled around my feet.
Recent world events adding an extra layer of fog.
Dwelling in the darkness of despair. Not understanding what to do. What the point was.
Feeling it was too hard to keep trying. To keep showing up.
Accepting, again, I can only control me.
I need to live my life in the now. Not what was. Not what may be. What is… now. As I am now. In the world, as it is now.
I will be patient and let it flow… as it needs to.
I am still seeking.
I am still learning.
I am still surprised where I find a connection to wisdom.
A rare opportunity to watch a movie with my partner last week gave me a peak over the walls surrounding my truth.
The Beach Bum
I thought I was going to be in for a mind-numbing bit of humour to lift my spirits and zone out for a bit.
What I found instead was perspectives on life I needed reminding of.
— A wife who accepted her “ drunken beach bum of a poet” exactly as he was.
— A sombre reminder that life can be taken away in an instant.
— When an invitation to bring forth a goal, the true reward was made obvious when the perceived motive was completely annihilated.
If I had listened to the reviews of the stupidity of the movie, I would never have found the truth I needed to find… for me.
Our true meaning can be found anywhere. In anything. If we are willing and open to find and own it.
Even though I smile now on this reflection, I know I still need to work on embodying this expanded awareness.
Step by step.
My truth becomes clearer. Until it doesn’t. And then it does. And then it doesn’t.
The fluid nature of my truth.
The reason to keep searching — as always….to help me be me and show up vibrating energy — at the love or above frequency.
Diana C.’s prompt on truth sparking this response. Thanks, Diana — I’m grateful for the reminder that there’s no right or wrong..there just is. I needed it to click publish on this piece!
Thanks for reading
