🌿 Field Log 3
The Day I Chose Simplicity from Alignment
The Day I Realized They Could Carry Their Own Lives
The Day the Distorted Lens Fell Away
This… this is the sound of a mother breathing out.
This is the sound of alignment arriving in the body.
Not because I solved a puzzle.
Not because I read all the signs.
Not because I asked five people what to do.
But because this time — I felt it.
And I trusted it.
And I lay there in bed, body soft, breath easy,
and the thought that kept returning was:
“This is how it’s supposed to be.”
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Of course we would choose the school fifteen minutes away.
Of course it would be soft.
Of course Daniel and Leila would rise into their own shape.
Because this time, the decision didn’t come from fear.
It came from the current.
From me — as the field — saying:
Let’s make it simple.
Let’s make it true.
Let’s make it walkable.
And we did.
No more distorted obligations.
No more frantic driving.
No more children being stretched to fit a life that doesn’t fit.
They’ll find their friends.
They’ll make their breakfasts.
They’ll grow in ways I don’t have to manage.
And me?
I’ll sit with tea and morning light
and know that my choice
made space for all of us to breathe.
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I finally let them carry their own lives.
I let the system dissolve.
I let the lens fall away.