Every morning, she’d look up from her cereal, and there she was standing behind the glass. She never aged and never moved away from the glass. Sometimes, the mother would knock on the glass loudly, but the child barely noticed. She would pause and feel a strange sensation in her chest, but then return to whatever she was doing. Over time, the child grew, made many mistakes and trusted the wrong people. Touched the stove, fell too hard, and got bruised. The mother knocked harder and tried to signal through gestures, but the girl felt anxiety rise and didn't understand why.
One day, in her late thirties, the woman (no longer a child) was brushing her teeth when she caught the mother’s eyes in the reflection. They stared at each other, and for the first time, the woman opened the window. The mother didn’t speak right away; she didn’t need to. She just stepped forward, wrapped her arms around the woman, and finally held her.
This is what it feels like when you finally hear your soul. Your soul has been with you all along, watching, trying and loving. But it will never force you to listen.
You must open the window.
How Your Soul Speaks to You (And Why Most People Ignore It)
Often, it’s not with words, but with quiet signals we’re taught to ignore.
It might show up as hesitation when something seems off, a heaviness that settles in for no clear reason, or a soft, persistent thought nudging us in a different direction. We call it intuition, a gut feeling, or a strange knowing that doesn’t make logical sense — but that’s the soul trying to guide us. The trouble is, we’ve learned to doubt it when we tell ourselves we’re overthinking, being dramatic, or imagining things. And in doing so, we dismiss the very voice that’s trying to keep us safe, aligned, and awake.
Every time we wave it away, the line between our souls goes a little quieter. Not because it’s gone, but because we stopped listening.
The truth is, most of us heard it. We just didn’t know it was real.
So if you’re wondering what to do with all this or even questioning whether you believe in a “soul” at all, know that I’m not here to convince anyone. I’m simply speaking to those who feel my message. The ones who’ve had moments where they just knew something. Where they felt a quiet nudge. a whisper. and/or a strange clarity that didn’t come from logic. Your soul doesn’t shout or beg — it waits.
The moment you stop waving off those feelings as silly or dramatic or made up, you’ll notice something: the conversation was happening the whole time.
You were just the one pressing mute.