The Weaving of Devotional Trust

Your first steps after crossing a threshold are always the strangest.

You’ve quit the job or started a business, ended or begun a relationship, spoken the long-buried truth aloud, or shared a once-hidden part of you with the world.

Now the trees lean in for a closer look. Invisible, all-seeing eyes are stitched into their bark. The moon studies you like a teacher who knows things about you that you don’t.

You’ve done the hard part in crossing through, but here, in the aftermath, is where the world tests your balance, whether you’re worthy of keeping what you’ve claimed.

The Starlight Tightrope still hums beneath your feet. 

The echoes of your actions ripple through the universe.

And now comes The Weaving of Devotional Trust.

Trust that the rope won’t vanish from beneath your feet.

Trust that each step forward will land, even as the abyss howls.

Trust that reality will reshape around your desire. Not through forcing, grasping, or clutching, but through fidelity. A clear signal, pure as fresh fallen snow.

Which is terrifying. 

So few ever taste this trust, and fewer still let themselves stay in it.

Devotional Trust comes in a checkered bottle made of glittering onyx and quicksilver. Drink the sunset purple liquid inside and you’ll find a pleasantly warm, weighted, teardrop settling into your belly, long and languid, stretched out like molten sugar. If you’re lucky, you’ll catch a whiff of rain and honey. Wear it, and you’ll feel velvety fur sliding across your skin.

You need this trust in order to find your orientation.

Orientation is your attunement to your values and inner sense of alignment.

Orientation is your compass for navigating life’s unfurling in a way that you fucking love, rather than halfheartedly following a map someone pressed into your hands.

Orientation doesn’t mean you know how to get your dream job, find your perfect person, make your business successful, or begin your life anew—but that you’re devoted to pulling on the threads and following the path that screams aligned truth.

Cap’n Jack Sparrow might call this “sailing by the stars.” 

The sea may rage. The wind may fight and foil. But if you know the North Star of your being, you don’t need to know every wave in advance (an impossible task anyways).

The sea may rage. The wind may fight and foil. But if you know the North Star of your being, you don’t need to know every wave in advance (an impossible task anyways).

You’re neither a puppet of fate, nor a dictator of details.

You, my friend, are a navigator of tides.

So find your centre. 

Sip The Elixir of Delusional Belief. 

Step onto The Starlight Tightrope.

Cross your thresholds.

Become the compass, not the map.

And laugh into the abyss.

With love from the forest,

~ Alexander