She was summoned before the sun, awakened by a raven’s cry.

The softness of dawn whispered what the mind had not yet heard:

“It’s not time yet, love.”

In a sacred pause — between the ache to create and the silence of becoming — she remembered that clarity lives not in striving,

but in stillness.

This is her remembering:

of birdsong as a compass,

of misalignment as a message,

of divine timing as the true rhythm of creation.

A soul-note for all who are tired of doing,and long to listen

to the hush before the horizon breaks.

Where to find additional episodes

Website https://www.whentheheartcalls.com/

YouTube https://www.youtube.com/@EnterTheFieldTogether

Apple Podcasts https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/when-the-heart-calls/id1813221728

Spotify https://open.spotify.com/show/5GKwid1cnkmBH8t4e8Vn0q?si=7f44ab6081c84315