Let your life speak. I have always loved this phrase. When I hear it, I immediately think upon my own life. I look at how I’ve invested my time and energy and ponder what that says about me. Then I think of what I wish it to say about me and what needs to change. That has been my way of defining the phrase – reflecting back and imagining forward.
But life does not speak in the language of my past nor can I write it into the script of my future. It speaks in the present. While I can gain wisdom from looking at my past and apply that wisdom in making plans for my future, I can only find direction in the quiet space of now. My sacred compass, oriented on my Truth, can only be accurately read when I sit still with it.
I understand the true meaning of the phrase at this moment. To use the metaphor of my life as a book, I can read the previous chapters to get the story so far and get a sense of my voice as its author. Then I can think of all the possible ways the story could play out from here and what voice I hope to convey to the reader in the next chapter. But I must not begin to write the next page without pausing to see what my life is saying right now. I must let it speak to me in its own words, in its own voice.
Life is an ever-changing story. I am the author of my own life in the midst of a world full of its own stories, some of which cast me as a character. I must not alter my own voice to play a part, even one I wish to play. I have spoken at times in a forced voice and it was foreign to my own ears. My voice, when spoken in its natural timbre, is honest and authentic.
To “let my life speak” is not an outward expression to be purposely determined but an inward revelation to be mindfully followed. I must stop and silently listen to it. I must practice sitting in silent communion, allowing my voice to find its pure resonance with Love then genuinely listening to what it has to say. Only from this place can I go forward knowing, without doubt, my Truth speaks for me.