The Heart of it all

I bumped into an old employer yesterday. Seeing her brought such joy to my heart—I hadn’t realized just how long it had been. Her husband was there too, a warm and lovely man. It was a truly sweet reunion.

Later in the day, I found myself reflecting on that time in my life. It was the late 1990s, and I was in my late twenties—a time of profound transformation and inner turning.

She owned the preschool where I was teaching, and that chapter marked a pivotal shift for me. When I was hired, I had just begun navigating the painful unraveling of a seven-year relationship, along with the dissolution of other deeply rooted connections. It all happened so suddenly. In the aftermath, my late sister Rebecca invited me to move in with her giving me the space to pause, to breathe, and to begin again.

There, surrounded by familial love, I began to root myself anew. I felt held—supported fully by the force of transformation itself. And as I sit writing this I notice I feel both my (now) late sister & late nephew Alexander surrounding me. Just like the love from them so many moons ago, that love is eternally present from the invisible realms offering continued guidance & support on my path today. 

It was one of those rare life moments when not following my heart simply wasn’t an option. The energy moving through me was vast, undeniable—like being swept down a powerful, fast-moving river. It was far greater than anything my mind could grasp, or even my body could contain. I can still feel the clarity of that current.

It didn’t feel like a choice to leave those relationships—it felt like a sacred necessity. My life may have looked like it was in ruins, but what was truly happening was the emergence of my heart’s deeper guidance.

And what came to me yesterday, so clearly, is this:

My heart was leading the way all along.

It was my own, unique heart—rooted in self-honor, calling me toward a greater vision of my life. A deeper love. An expansion I couldn’t yet imagine.

I yielded.
I surrendered to her—my heart—
And she took me exactly where I needed to go.
Toward wholeness. Toward equanimity. Toward love.

As I sit with my heart this morning, I can feel that—just like then—there’s more to her than I can comprehend. Something vast still lives in her quiet depths.

What I’ve come to notice is that the heart speaks through many layers.

There is the physical heart—that sacred muscle, so beautifully designed to keep us alive, guiding us through signals of care, connection, and rhythm.

Then, there is the spiritual heart—eternally tethered to the infinite mystery, to the Divine source of life.

And deeper still is the Soul Heart—the sacred inner sanctum where true self-love, unity, and divine relationship reside. This is the place where we meet our own divinity, intimately and fully.

And the most incredible thing?

When you listen—truly listen—to your Soul Heart, you’ll find that’s where everything begins to make sense.

But it asks something of you.

To stop.

To become still.
To become quiet enough to notice its presence.

And when you do, it will reveal its essence to you. Because that’s how much it loves you—it wants to be known.

So give it a try.

Sit.
Breathe.
Listen.

See if you can feel that deeper calling within.

Your soul’s love is speaking to you. And it’s not a whisper—it’s a perfectly tuned song, unlike anything you’ve ever heard, and it’s being sung just for you.

With Deep Love,
Molly-Shem

Rebecca Lynch 1968-2015

&

Alexander Lynch-Barriga 1988-2015