I’ve been on a mission to hear the voice of my Inner Self for a while now. Kind of funny, since she’s always with me. Always has been, too.
I often hear Her while in meditation as I close and she says, “Okay, now go play!” but that is focused time where my mind is quiet. To allow the simple voice of my Self to show during the rigors of the day has been a bit more of a challenge.
I’ve asked my angels, which I think of as Her, for assistance here and there, but I’m not sure I’ve always been listening for the answer. I think a lot and that doesn’t always leave a lot of room for Her to come through.
The other day I asked for assistance in finding my son’s shoe. We were running a bit late and we’d found one, but not the other. He had boots on, but they were rubber rain boots and he didn’t want to play in them at the gym. So I took a breath and asked, “Can you please help me find Martin’s shoe?”
And then I heard her. She was so soft and gentle. Nothing like the critical voice I’d heard for much of my life inside this pretty head of mine. I walked over to the area where I’d found the first shoe and she said so lovingly, “Check in the basket, keep looking.” And there was the shoe.
What did I say?
With a smile on my face, “Thank You.”
