How did I start to hear myself?

I created a ritual out of this practice.  Mostly so that my unconscious mind knows I’m ready, even if my day-to-day self isn’t.  It’s hard to quiet the mind when my to-do list is long and arduous. It sounds crazy, but I find it really is that simple. 

My ritual.

I light a candle.  

I put on my headphones. 

I start the Reiki music with a 2-minute bell.  

I ground my energy into the earth and find the tether that allows me to recycle any gunk needing to be released.  

I breathe.  I breathe again.  And again.  Until I feel the release of the tension, preoccupation, baggage… 

I allow the Earth’s energy to fill me and hold me.  I sink into the warmth of being.  Being with myself. 

As the space within begins to open to the possibility of only this moment, I start to write. 

This ritual started out as a way to connect with my inner goals and really hone in on what I want to do with the second half of my life. The thing is, Spirit took this time as an opportunity to speak.  For me, Spirit is my higher self.  My soul.  My connectedness to the all.

I find that what my soul wants to speak, is beautiful.  Everyone deserves to hear their soul speak.  So I am taking my words and making them public.  So that you can hear the beauty that is inside you too.  I am no different other than maybe I have learned how to get out of my way a little faster.  

There seems to be a rhythm and flow to the messages in the writing. Topics that are pressing on my mind filter to the surface and it is like a floodlight making bright what was previously dark, hidden, or unknown.  Nothing is crystal clear with one morning of writing.  It usually leads me to other questions for subsequent days. 

I find that each topic I mull over ends up being like a prism.  There are so many facets and viewpoints.  And the only vantage point is from where I am in the present moment.