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Tania Marie: What’s Ours Is Already Written
There is a softer way of moving through life that I’ve learned to trust more deeply.
One that doesn’t require reaching for every answer, forcing clarity before it arrives, or running toward what we fear we might somehow miss.
There is peace in remembering that what is ours does not need to be chased.
This past weekend, while staying at my parents’ home, an intricate, large web appeared stretched across the sky above the house, suspended between the upper and lower rooflines and revealed only because the sunlight caught its delicate threads. Something about seeing it there, held between different levels of a place woven so deeply into my own beginnings, felt especially meaningful. It was a beautiful reflection of the unseen—something already woven and held in place before the light allowed me to see it.
There are threads being woven beyond what we can presently see. Some things are already making their way toward us while we are still wondering where the path leads.
What’s ours is already written.
Not as something that removes our choice or participation, but as a deeper trust that what truly belongs within the unfolding of our lives has its own way of finding us.
Closed doors can gently turn us toward openings we couldn’t yet see.
No’s can become protection.
Pauses can become breaths that expand the promise rather than interrupt it.
Silence can hold answers we would have drowned out by searching too hard for them.
And what appears to be nothing happening may be life quietly rearranging itself beyond our sight.
The natural world seems to understand this without effort.
A butterfly doesn’t rush its becoming. Autumn doesn’t pull the gold from the trees before they are ready. The Moon moves through darkness and fullness without questioning the timing of either.
Even this morning, pink clouds opened across the sunrise around a perfect blue heart—as though the sky itself had briefly made room for what was already there.
Lately, I have needed more of that spaciousness myself.
More rest. More quiet. More sleep. Less reaching outward for answers and more willingness to let what is moving beneath the surface move without my interference.
This weekend’s golden Harvest Full Moon felt especially potent for me in that way. I could feel so much working behind the scenes, while something within me simply wanted to become very still.
I am preparing now for my return to Egypt, and this journey already feels unlike any that have come before it. I can feel the magnitude of a new season of my life gathering around its edges, and rather than trying to understand what it will mean before I live it, I want to meet it from the quiet.
To listen.
To receive.
To sleep when my body asks for sleep.
To allow what is ending to fall away like autumn leaves, and what is becoming to remain unseen for as long as it needs.
So this may be my last little note here until I return in early November. I feel called to give this time before I leave the spaciousness it is asking for—to prepare quietly, replenish deeply, and arrive open enough to receive whatever may already be written there for me.
There will be time to share what Egypt opens, changes, reveals, and leaves quietly settling within me when I am home again. For now, I feel called to make room for the experience itself.
The trees are beginning to turn gold here.
The butterfly is still visiting the autumn flowers.
The web is already woven.
The Moon continues on her way.
And somewhere within all of this, life reminds me that I don’t have to run toward what belongs to me.
What’s meant for us has been moving toward us, too.
The Illusion of Becoming
Those moments, however brief, where the stillness of a quiet happiness pervades your inner sanctum, is like a sweet fragrance completely engulfs you and permeates your aura. These are the moments you cease longing of any kind and are in complete presence of contentment, just as you are, here and now. Most of the time, most everyone seems to be in the process of “becoming” – a process that is never-ending in its pursuit. To become successful, to become accomplished, to become well-known, to become complete, to become a healer, to become a doctor, to become certified or degreed, to become a published author, to become a business owner, to become an athlete, to become a musician, to become an artist, to become a mother, to become a father, to become a friend or lover, to become excited over hurdles conquered, to become sad over losing someone or feeling defeated….to become.
In all of this, “now” has been forgotten and does not exist. So many what if’s, but, striving, excuses, and denial of what actually is….who you are. Life exists in the shadows of becoming.
There are no what if’s…there’s only right now.
Self acceptance is a stranger, as nothing seems to mean anything until and unless you get all of the above. Then, and only then, you think you’ll love and accept who you are.
But this is an illusion. It’s all devised to keep you away from your true power….to love yourself.
Now, there’s nothing wrong with growth and continuing to embrace new parts of your evolution.
There’s nothing wrong with saying you’re following divine timing and aligning with the flow of energy.
But these can all be very ingenious self sabotaging ways to make up excuses to be and do you in this moment.
I’m all for listening to signs and not acting rash or being late on making moves, but I think this “it’s not the right timing thing” has been over-used and over-abused by us all, especially “light workers” as is a term often used by some.
I simply don’t accept it as the truth anymore. As, truly there isn’t a wrong choice to be you right now. Where ever that leads is exactly where you need to be.
Could it avoid something or get us there faster? Sure, but it might also just be perfect right now.
If I had done things different in the past then I wouldn’t be me now, but if I had done things differently in those moments I’d also be exactly where I’m supposed to be and perhaps be in an equally beautiful and amazing, but different, experience of the now.
I don’t feel any of it is wrong or right, or better or worse.
Timing might just be another “becoming”.
Nothing is ever going to be enough if you’re not enough and embraced as complete in this moment, no matter what choices you make or what you do now.
Longing will be your best friend, if life is focused on becoming, and all of life will be a longing for something and you’ll leave this life still longing and find out in the end that your best friend really made you feel quite lonely.
The idea of becoming can be a life-line and mask for some…an excuse even. Some people thrive on having something always to strive to become and feel empty if there’s nothing, so they look for the next fix for becoming.
All the while this becoming is a detour away from self. Although you think it is supporting you, it is actually distracting you from the power you have at the center of your being right now.
You fear that center because it is empty of your love.
You work at becoming to feed that love, but you find out that all of this becoming is like a grand feast in celebration of the dead, not the living. And when you discover yourself alone gorging on this feast, it will be a greater terror than admitting right now that you are afraid to just be you.
You are afraid that you’re not enough and yet you’ve always been and always will be better than enough….Create more moments of that quiet contentment within yourself and know that all that you desire to be, is already right there within you, as desires are simply projections for us to recognize the brilliance we embody.
Then embrace each choice and action from that stillness of peace and everything you do will always be in divine alignment.
~ Inspired by an excerpt from a recent book I read, Star Woman, that felt important to share and so this is a paraphrasing and personal inspiration of these words.