Three Days of Finding My Voice and Speaking from My Soul

For three days, I sat in sacred space with kindred spirits, each of us leaning into the tender work of voice. We listened, not just with our ears, but with our hearts. We spoke, not just from our mouths, but from the deep well of soul.

At first, my voice felt shy, like a bird unsure of leaving its nest. I noticed all the ways I had kept it small over the years—holding back, silencing truth, softening edges to make others comfortable. But as the days unfolded, something shifted. A new courage rose. My words began to carry not just sound, but the vibration of who I really am.

Finding my voice has not been about speaking louder. It’s been about speaking truer. About letting my story be medicine, even when my voice trembles. About trusting that what flows through me comes from a deeper Source, and that it is enough.

These three days reminded me: the soul is always speaking. The question is, am I listening—and will I allow her to sing?

✨ Reflection for You: What is your soul longing to say right now, if you give it space to speak?

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Three Days to Find My Voice

At first,
my voice was a whisper,
a bird unsure of leaving the nest.

But the circle held me,
the silence invited me,
and slowly,
my soul began to speak.

Not louder,
but truer.

Each word a thread of light,
woven from the marrow of who I am.

I remembered—
my story is medicine,
my voice is holy,
and I was never meant to be silent.