I Write What Spirit Whispers, and I'll Show You How

All of my life, I have been learning how to listen.

Not to the noise.
Not to expectations.
Not to fear.
Not even to ambition.

But to myself.

And what I’ve discovered — slowly, imperfectly, sometimes through resistance and reinvention — is this: when I truly listen to myself, I am listening to God speaking through me.

A Journey Back to My Own Voice

There was a time when I didn’t know how to trust my inner voice.

I was skilled at reading rooms. I could anticipate what others needed. I could sense moods, expectations, and unspoken pressures. But when it came to my own knowing? I hesitated. I second-guessed. I deferred.

Listening inward felt risky.

Yet life kept inviting me back to myself — through faith, poetry, motherhood, leadership, heartbreak, healing, silence, and surrender. Again and again, I was brought to the same quiet realization:

The still, small voice inside me was not ego.
It was not impulsive.
It was not reckless.

It was wise.
It was loving.
It was steady.

It was Spirit.

Learning the Language of Whispers

God, in my life, has rarely shouted.

Instead, God has whispered.

In gentle nudges.
In a persistent idea that wouldn’t leave.
In a discomfort that signaled misalignment.
In poems that seemed to arrive fully formed, as if they were waiting for me to be still enough to receive them.

For years, I wanted louder confirmation. Clearer signs. External validation. But over time, I began to notice a pattern:

When I ignored the whisper, I felt unsettled.
When I honored it — even when it didn’t make logical sense — I felt peace.

The whisper carried expansion, not contraction. Love, not fear. Clarity, not chaos.

That is how I learned to recognize it as divine.

Not separate from me.
Not outside of me.
But speaking through me.

Listening as a Spiritual Practice

Today, listening to myself is a sacred discipline.

It requires stillness.
It requires honesty.
It requires courage.

It asks:

What do I really feel?
What do I know beneath the fear?
What is trying to emerge?

And then it asks something even braver: Will you trust it?

After all this time, I can say with confidence that when I am aligned with my deepest truth, I am aligned with God. The voice within me — when rooted in love — is trustworthy.

Why I Created Write What Spirit Whispers

This is the heart behind my poetry workshop, Write What Spirit Whispers, hosted at Unity Of The Oaks Church.

This workshop is not just about writing.

It is about remembering how to hear yourself again.

Poetry becomes the doorway. Writing slows us down enough to notice what is already present. It helps us distinguish between fear and guidance, conditioning and calling, noise and knowing.

In this gathering, everyone is invited into a supportive, reflective space to explore their own inner wisdom. Whether you have been writing for years or have never considered yourself a poet, the invitation is simple:

Pause.
Listen.
Write what you hear.

Because often, what we most need to say is already forming quietly inside us.

The Whisper Is Sacred

My journey is ongoing. Listening is still a daily choice. There are moments when I hesitate, when I want louder instructions or outside reassurance.

But I no longer doubt the source.

I know now that when I listen deeply — beyond fear, beyond ego — I am hearing God’s guidance moving through my own voice.

And that is what I hope everyone who attends Write What Spirit Whispers experiences:

The recognition that the voice within them is not random.
It is not foolish.
It is not insignificant.

It is sacred.

And when we learn to trust it, we discover that Spirit has been whispering through us all along.

Join us for Write What Spirit Whispers on March 8 at noon at Unity of the Oaks Church in Thousand Oaks, California. Click here to learn more.