When the Future Calls

Glaciar Martial, Ushuaia, Tierra del Fuego, Argentina

We don’t need a sign to tell us what’s in our hearts

But we do need to relearn how to listen to the voice that lives deep within us. We need to trust we know what’s best for us so we can choose accordingly

In a world of infinite possibilities, there also lies the curse. There are so many to sift through & painstakingly scrutinize. Such deliberation can plague us, condemning us to the hellish purgatory of indecision

Knowing that so many choices are good & viable can help alleviate the pressure to find “perfection”. More reassuring is that many of life’s choices are not un-doable. We can go back. We can stop the inertia, pivot, & go another way

For the choices we cannot undo, we are given lessons

Paramount above all, is knowing we can skillfully navigate the reverberations of any & all choices

Without this knowing, we often look outside of ourselves for answers. We track down a mentor. We look for mystical signs

In doing so, we place our fate in something that doesn’t fully know the innerworkings of our heart. Advice is to be used as guidance to our own truth, seeing where the words land within us, telling us what's right

It is a reclamation of self to silence the noise of the external world that convinces us who to be so that our inner voice can rise & we can hear it

The path to trusting the self is that in which we truly know ourselves

Happenstance signs are not to be totally demonized. Synchronicities are not only playful & fun, but they also show alignment

Plus…we all need some help in our quest for sovereignty

I once learned a spiritual-type practice of such the latter. It’s a question I ask the Great Beyond when I’m at some type of ground zero:

Dear Universe, show me an infinite sign. What am I to do next?

On one such occasion, I asked this, the next day, I got a call from Buenos Aires, Argentina. Here I am today, living in a place that has always called my name 💖

If that’s not a divine sign, I don’t know what is💫

The truth is, I didn’t really need the sign, for I knew what was in my heart all along

But then again, the serendipitous signs never hurt now, do they?