Dear Spirit, It’s Me Again (Signed, My Journals)

In my recent move, I stumbled across a box of journals, okay, two boxes, filled with channeling notes and questions to my guides. Pages of struggles, gratitude, and plenty of entries circling back to the same theme: Where is my soul partner, and why hasn’t he shown up yet? I can laugh at it now, because while I know my spiritual team on the other side doesn’t judge, I sometimes imagine a few eye rolls. “She’s asking again, who wants to take this one?”

As I flipped through the pages, what struck me most was how often Spirit had already given me the answers I needed. Love notes from the unseen, reminding me of things I still need to hear today, always filled with love and support and sometimes a bit of sass, which is exactly why I love my guides so much. Some even made me laugh out loud, like the one about the importance of moving my body more. I read: Do you really want your body to be like an old rusty car? Covered up, forgotten, sitting in the garage until the parts start to creak and rust, the systems don’t run smoothly, and the whole thing needs major attention? Well, damn if that’s not a wake-up call. The timing was spot on. I had just joined a gym last week, feeling the pull to move more, and here was Spirit echoing back the very same message I had tucked away years ago. Not surprised—I clearly needed the reminder.

The purchase of journals and the piles I’ve collected over the years became a bit of an obsession. Half the pages are still unfilled, some I randomly started halfway through instead of at the beginning, much like the randomness of my life at times. As I read through the bits and pieces, I can still see the patterns I carried. Even with more awareness now, they still show up in waves, nudging me back when I wander off track. It felt like perfect timing that my friend and I had just recorded a podcast on signs and synchronicities, because those journals were brimming with both. The messages reminded me that transformation isn’t about waiting for something to arrive, but about the letting go that happens along the way.

And maybe that’s why this move feels so different. It’s another beginning, another reset. In many ways, it makes me feel like the Fool card in tarot: stepping out with fresh eyes, ready to see what new light and adventure awaits. Still, I’ll admit—at this stage in my late fifties, moving doesn’t hold the same sparkle it once did. I’m deeply grateful for the “why” behind this change, but starting over again takes a toll.

So this morning, I found myself channeling with my guides, asking the question that always seems to slip in when I’m tired or unsure: What if what I’m doing isn’t enough? The answer came through without any hesitation, almost as if they’d been waiting for me to finally bring it up again. It was gentle but firm, like the kind of truth you can’t argue with: What is enough, my darling? Even if you don’t know exactly what you’re seeking, your soul already does. Curiosity knows. The path knows. All you need to do is follow your spirit.

And then, almost like a nudge with a wink, came the reminder that I haven’t been giving myself enough time to simply sit with my own soul. To feel into where I want to be, to let myself be guided, and then to let go. Easier said than done, I know—but apparently my guides have endless patience for my repeat questions (and possibly a running tally on how many times I’ve asked them).

And if I had to guess, my guides might be breathing a small sigh of relief that I’m not pestering them about my partner anymore—though I’m sure they’re bracing for the next round of questions. Some things never change.

This is why I love exploring these themes on the podcast and here on the blog—because the signs, the synchronicities, and the reminders from Spirit never stop showing up. They evolve as we do, meeting us exactly where we are on the path.