Let Go and Flow…

These days, when I step out on my porch at night, somethin’ in the world feels different — cleaner, clearer, like the lights have been turned on in a place that shouldn’t even have switches.
The stars look brighter.
The leaves tell on whatever walks the forest.
But the strangest part?
I ain’t afraid.
I ain’t even watchful.
I’m just… awake.
Not the kind of awake where you’re jittered up and bracin’.
No — this is the ancient kind.
It’s like takin’ off blurry reader glasses after wearin’ ’em too long, and suddenly trustin’ the sight the Good Lord actually gave you.
Vision without strain.
Knowing without effort.
Seeing without trying.
And I realized something simple as dirt:
I wasn’t bein’ watched.
I wasn’t bein’ tested.
I was just finally seein’ true.
The world didn’t change.
I did.
A quiet settled over me like a cloak — head to toe, top of my crown clean down to the soles of my feet. Not heavy. Not protective like armor. Just… present.
Like bein’ held by somethin’ larger than large, uncontainable, limitless — and so familiar it felt like I’d lived inside it my whole life without knowin’ its name.
And in that presence?
The dark wasn’t dark.
The night wasn’t hollow.
The forest wasn’t a place to fear.
It all felt honest — wide open — uncluttered by the details that used to tangle my mind into knots.
I could’ve closed my eyes right then and there and walked without a lantern.
Not guided by my feet or ears or skin…
but by the destination itself —
like metal drawn to a magnet.
No effort.
No second-guessin’.
No need for acceptance or permission.
Just flow.
The kind of flow where time don’t exist and energy ain’t used.
Where you’re not walkin’ to somethin’ — you’re bein’ carried by somethin’.
Like finally floatin’ after years of treading.
And in that ridge-top state — that ancient-eyes vision — I saw life plain as a painting.
Not messy.
Not chaotic.
Not fragmented.
Just one wide, beautiful picture where every shadow, bright streak, crooked line, and odd little stroke had its rightful place.
That’s when it hit me:
We spend half our lives worryin’ about acceptance
instead of seein’ the world as it truly is —
simple.
So stinkin’ simple.
Once I let go of tryin’ to earn my place —
once I quit bendin’ myself to fit what didn’t matter —
the whole world opened like a quilt laid flat.
And my creativity?
Oh honey… it bloomed.
Not from me —
but through me.
Like life finally had a straight, open channel to pour through.
Like the river that had been waitin’ on me stopped holdin’ its breath and said,
“Well now, child… let’s move.”
And so we did.
Quietly.
Effortlessly.
With the kind of ease you only get once you stop demandin’ permission to exist.
If you’re readin’ this, friend, and somethin’ in you is tired — bone tired — from treading the waters of acceptance or tryin’ to see through borrowed lenses…
Let me hand you this simple truth from my porch to yours:
You don’t need to earn what’s already woven around you.
You only need to trust the sight that’s already yours.
Let go — and flow.
The view from the ridge is waitin’ on you.
And it’s beautiful.