I oracled my own book

Spoiler: You have the answers you are looking for

Have you ever heard of that? Where you flip a book open and put your finger on a paragraph (any kind of book, I used to do it with fiction) and you see what you land on?

This morning post yoga stretch, I mean stretch. Not practice. Not class, just about seven minutes of breathing and doing simply knee drops one side to the other, exhale. One foot on floor, drape leg over the other, exhale. That kind of stuff. You know why the past three years (I think) has helped catapult somatic interest? Somatic in my interpretation means where you do movements where the body releases over performs…

I can write more about this if you are interred, let me know in the comments. Also, thank you everyone for the emails! I appreciate them. Feel free to share in the comment below, too. We’re all friends here and to be honest, the more you write here, the more Substack notices, the more we amplify our space, et cetra. All the ways, thank you! We are sending out these impulses of goodness into the world and they matter, boy oh boy to they matter.

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Why do I think the past few years have catapulted interest? Because we are balancing, changing, navigating and evolving at rates I cannot remember previously experiencing. Somatic helps the body unwind, unwinding makes space to hear the answers, rise up in inspiration. I think we have to have enough calm and spaciousness within ourselves to feel how marvelous it can all be. I said marvelous, not flawless.

This morning I gathered my stack of books, yes I habitually start a morning reading and I saw my own book sitting there on the desk and thought, OK. Can I break the moment here and talk to you honestly? It wasn’t a friendly Ok. It was the Ok, when you defeatedly take the extra-talkative relative in your car to be a good sport. Or the Ok that you say ok, but you mean prove it. What I really said to the first book I have written is: Prove it that you can help me. Perhaps one day I’ll stop sharing the doubt, but sometimes I wonder if the transparency doesn’t compound the clarity, and I also feel this nagging responsibly to let you all know I am both the woman who believes all is possible, but also keeps one eye open for — for what? Dragons? Salesman? People with shady intentions? I don’t know, but the ok I gave my book was more the shoulder shrug of I’ll believe it when I see it.

I padded downstairs, lit a candle — which is still such a grounding morning practice for me. I notice that I did not attend to it as much in the summer when there is so much light abounding and warmth. This language I am leaning into from the yearly meditation of Steiner, I hadn’t thought about before. There are seasons that Nature gives us the warmth, and there are seasons we must create our own. One could even say, some seasons teach us how to cultivate that light. There are seasons where we strive, and thus there are season we are destined to shine. More of the unabashed shining is in order for most of us.

I lit my candle and I was about to reach for someone else’s book and then I reached for my own. I am not being trite, the metaphor was this obvious and I literally answered my own contemplation. I put it in a meme for you because it’s 2023:

The quote is good medicine. It reminded me that this is a season of both and. I am expected to do things differently and still maintain my excellence. I can read all the books I want — and continue learning — however, there is a Voice inside that already knows and is waiting for the space to share.

That is why disciplining my minds is so critical, and something I am paying much more attention to. The book winked and had I not opened up to the possibility I would’ve missed the synchronicity. I really do believe that the cultivated discipline of our mind is phasing us into a preferred radio frequency channel. Do you want to be delighted? Or do you want to forgo delight and prepare for disappointment? It’s a vibe. It’s a choice.

How do you hear that voice? How do you stay available to the channel who knows you and wants to turn you ever more closer to the goodness you pray for. The peace that you think cannot come before the solution, and yet that is exactly how it comes, before the eyes can see it.

For me writing, both personal journaling and typing here helps me integrate what occupies the space between my ears and I believe it is part of my purpose to share. Why? Because I do it for from inner prompting. I do it paid or not, and there are enough resources in this modern world to value and support inspiration. An inspired community thrives.

A few days ago someone off-handle mentioned that they only liked to write non-fiction, and I returned that that is still creative.

“You think so” she asked.

“Absolutely,” I answered.

Each time you write you choose your tone and your approach. You choose what you share and what you trim. You create. In the past few years, I am purposefully expanding my Self perception to be more of a creator, accepting that writing is an art. I didn’t always see it that way because it is something I have always done. I can’t remember life without paper and pen. Compounding the vibe of synchronicity while I was waiting to know how to end this post, I received an out-of-the-blue text from a friend, recounting a share social media post, eight years old, when I was in her kid’s art class, as a guest. I had taught a writing concept in the morning The conversation follows as documented below:

October 7, 2015 Kaua’i

Today, I took a 1st grade art class. Look at my duck.

“You did so good because you are an adult,” the girl to my left said.

“I’m actually terrified of drawing,” I answered honestly and sheepishly.

“Yeah, but you taught already Miss Kim (my friend) said.”

“Writing, not art,” I answer like a 6 year old.

“Oh, I can write,” the six year old answered.

If you make slow down and make space not only the answers come, but so do the resources. If you turn towards what you already have in your life you will hear the words, or sounds, or colors, or whispers that you are looking for.

We are all good at something, and we all need to expand in other ways. The world may teach us they are not connected. Don’t be fooled. They are. What you create is everywhere. How’s that saying? How you do one thing is how you do everything.

How do you share your inspiration? It doesn’t have to be public to be powerful. It just needs to be your own.

Keep courageously creating,

Kate

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