English is not My First Language

It's so interesting, isn't it, the ways life leads us and changes us and helps us grow and become and heal and open our hearts and minds?

My BFF, Lisa, has this saying, "English is not my first language." She's from North Carolina, y'all. There are no other options tbh...and every time she said that I would look at her blankly and say, predictably, "It isn't?"

Over the years she went from patience to eye rolls, as best friends tend to do when we are *particularly* dense, and she'd say, "It's vibration."

She really comes from a family of one-liner sages. Her sister and her father have both said things to me that completely changed my world-view. This one though?

It took me YEARS to integrate.

Her words weren't just about her, you see. As my friend and a kind person she was offering me a teaching. A deep wisdom. And one day I woke up, not like from bed in the morning but from the goofy place that kept me from knowing/gnowing my own nature!

And the realization that all of the things I KNOW about people and homes and land and space and animals? The things I know without being told? Are exactly that.

My first language is vibration.

Do you have a story like this? One where you just didn't get 'it'...and then, suddenly, you did?