Wisdom from a stick

I found a stick in the woods today and was struck by its unusual shape.

It reminds me of a serpent, with a fork at the opposite end to what would be the head.

After picking it up, I became aware of all the forked paths in the woods. Which led me to thinking about the choices I make, knowingly and unknowingly.

Looking back, I’m aware of the hand of fate in a lot of things that have happened to me.

Do you ever look back and wonder, where your life would be now, if you had made different choices?

My other track of thought was that to speak with a forked tongue, is to tell lies, say one thing when you mean another, or to be hypocritical.

So it’s time for some good solid reflection of this in my life.

Where am I telling myself what I want to hear, rather than what I need to hear?

Where am I judging others for things that I too am guilty of?

How good is my discernment?

Do I know a lie when I hear one?

Do I recognise flattery, as oppose to genuine praise?

Do I flatter and big up people to my own end?

Thank you Spirit for this prompt, (I think)

“I notice what notices me.”