Earlier this week, through the pages of this blog, I revisited “Dark Nights of the Soul,” one of my all-time favorite books. I recently started reading it again — slowly this time — so I can absorb its lessons instead of rushing through to the end.
This morning, a note bearing the message “Be Who You Are!” fell out of the book as I turned the page to a heading titled: The Lost Child.
Those of you who have followed my posts know that I believe incidents like this are messages from the Universe that are sent when we need them most.
The idea is that the Universe is constantly communicating with us, and if we pay attention and listen, we can receive constant guidance, support, and inspiration.
We may not know what the messages mean or why they were sent at a particular moment in time, but the Universe knows, and if we listen with our hearts instead of chasing their hidden meaning with our overactive minds, the meaning will reveal itself.
Who Do I Want To Be?
Perhaps the Universe was answering a question I’ve been asking a lot lately, not “Who am I?” but “Who do I want want to be?”
How do I know if my chosen career path is taking me where I want to go?
How do I become a full-time writer when I really, really love my current fulltime job?
How do I care for those who depend on me without burning out or resenting them?
How do I fulfill my purpose?
How do I …?
Be who you are, is the response to all these questions and many more.
It’s OK to have more questions than answers. It’s OK to be a lost child.
Being who you are is your map home.
The Notes Inside Your Book
You don’t have to look too far to find notes falling out of your books.
Regardless of whether you believe in the concept of the Universe sending messages, or you write them off as coincidences, it’s up to you to interpret their significance.
Be open to the unexpected. It’s there that you will find answers and insights you wouldn’t have discovered otherwise.
I have no idea how that note ended up in my book, or why the Universe chose now to reveal it to me.
It’s not like it was put there overnight.
Or is it?
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