Watching My Words

My horoscope for 2025 told me, this year I need to watch my words.  Fear immediately struck.  I am someone who speaks passionately, laughs too loudly, and can easily fit my entire foot in my mouth in ways that may delight me but can also confound and confront others.

(Like this whole advocating for a healthy relationship with fear thing. Most people just want me to make it go away, and then I tell them to sit with it, feel it deeper and let it shape their visions and decisions, especially when it takes them in a new, inconvenient direction. My philosophy doesn’t always resonate immediately)

People who love me and people who don’t have told me to watch my words. But when the stars say it clearly, I figured it’s time to listen.

The last couple months I’ve been wondering how to do it—how I could wait even longer before opening my mouth, keep my passions closer to my and heart and ultimately, hopefully, avoid getting smote by the cosmos. I thought maybe I could try to be effective in the ways of an old fashioned diplomat, effective like the silence of a cat.

Then I had a beautiful vision.

Instead of watching my words stew and hide out down cold in my depths, what if I watched them unfurl outside me? What if I watched them float out my mouth, ripple through the room and write themselves across the sky up high. What if I watched for how my words touch others, how they shimmer and shift as they greet the minds of others, watching my words relating.

It’s hard to know what to say these days, with words that once shone brightly now smeared with the muck of taboo. Who knows what will happen once I commit to watching my words live lives of their own.

I’ll try to use my fear the way I try to teach it. Fear reminding me to light a candle for endings and death. Remember they might always be close, but don’t stop being alive.