The Words I Plant

 

There are some truths that arrive  — gentle, but impossible to ignore.

Lisa Olivera’s reminder was one of those taps for me today:

Words don’t just describe. They summon.

And it made me pause. It made me listen to myself a little more closely.

Because if words are seeds, then every sentence I speak — to myself, to others, even in the privacy of my own mind — is planting something. Something that will grow. Something that will shape the landscape of my life.

And so I found myself asking, just as Lisa:

What am I growing from the words I use to describe myself, my life, and the world? What am I making more vivid that I actually want to release? What am I refusing to allow simply because I refuse to practice new ways of speaking about it? What truth have I not yet put into words because some part of me is afraid of summoning it into being?

These questions sat with me. They still are.

People often tell me I don’t speak much. And they’re right — I am mindful of “wasting words.” Mindful of where I plant those seeds. Mindful of the power that lives inside every syllable.

But I am also human. Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I speak from habit instead of intention. Sometimes I let old stories slip out of my mouth before I even realize I’m watering something I no longer want to grow.

That’s why Lisa’s message felt like a sacred nudge — a call back to consciousness.

This week, I am choosing to be more deliberate. More tender with my language. More aware of the worlds I am building with my tongue. Because words create. Words destroy. Words reveal. Words limit. Words liberate. And the truth is: My life is always listening to the way I speak about it. So I am paying attention. I am slowing down.

I am choosing words that align with who I am becoming, not who I’ve outgrown. I am practicing the courage to name the things I desire, even when naming them makes them feel more real — and more vulnerable. This week, I am planting with intention. I am speaking with reverence. I am remembering that every word is a seed, and every seed is a future. And I want my future to bloom with truth, courage, and clarity.

Peace and Blessings