the field that i am

there are times i can feel it — the way my presence stirs something in others. it’s been this way for as long as i can remember. even before the jungle, my field carried a certain charge — the kind that brushes up against what people keep hidden, waking things they didn’t plan to meet.

but here, that energy feels amplified. the jungle magnifies everything — my light, my shadow, my medicine. it’s like the land itself pours more current into my body, into my words, into my silence.

i’ve noticed it most with people i care about — friends, loved ones, even strangers who somehow find their way to my space. sometimes it’s subtle, sometimes sharp. not in words, but in energy. in the way their gaze changes, or how their words suddenly curve away from what’s true.

and i can hear it — the thoughts, the unspoken feelings — not because i want to, but because here in the jungle, my intuition has sharpened times ten. the air carries whispers. the trees carry knowing. sometimes i wish we could speak about it openly, without the dance of projection. i wish they knew i already sense it, and that i’d rather hear their truth than feel it pressing between us. not to confront, but to meet them where they are. i see them — not as flawed, but as whole beings still unfolding.

the thing is — i’m also unfolding. i’m also meeting my own shadows, tending to the places that still ache, still doubt, still need gentleness. i’m not above anyone. i’m just another traveler on this winding, ancient trail.

sometimes my presence activates others, and sometimes theirs activates me. the jungle teaches me that this is the work — to let these activations shake us, soften us, shape us. to let them bring us both closer to truth. even when it’s uncomfortable. even when it’s silent.

and i am learning to welcome it. to welcome all of it. because this is my life’s path — to walk as i am, with the medicine i carry, knowing it will stir what it needs to stir. i am not here to be liked or understood by all. i am here to be true. to keep showing up in full presence, full heart, full knowing. this is my work. this is my way. and i am finally ready to live it.

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