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Embracing what the heart calls us toward often requires something quieter — and more demanding — than inspiration. It asks us to release what no longer nourishes us, even when it once defined us. In this episode of When the H...

Welcome to When the Heart Calls — formerly Unscripted Light . There are moments when life asks us to choose a new direction, even when the horizon offers no map. In those seasons, external voices grow louder. Opinions multipl...

Welcome to the first episode of When the Heart Calls —formerly Unscripted Light . We begin by exploring the quiet power of clarifying your WHY, not as obligation or service to others, but as a listening inward to the soul’s y...

This episode marks a quiet but important shift. Unscripted Light was created as a space to speak honestly from the inside of transformation — without agenda, without polish, without performance. That work has reached its nat...

As 2026 begins, this transmission explores the tension between deep stillness and the call to move again. After years of releasing old structures, resistance arises—not as failure, but as information. By returning to a person...

Just when I thought the year had wrapped, an unexpected resistance emerged that demanded my attention. In this transmission, I remember a familiar pattern before consciously choosing to double-down and honor what I set out to...

In this brief reflection of the opening season, the shift in energy is palpable. I reflect on the biggest lessons of the year while celebrating the courage to launch a podcast - pushing through boundaries of discomfort in ser...

In the still hours before dawn, two owls call and something softens open. I see that what I sought as a role or identity has always been here: presence as creativity, becoming as devotion. This transmission is a tender recogn...

In this unscripted reflection, I sit with the unknown — remembering the words once spoken to me: “There is no map.” What does it mean to live there, to feel the body navigate the strangeness of trust without certainty? I spea...

She doesn’t arrive with a polished message. No answers. No certainty. Just a quiet devotion to speak what’s here. The sameness. The judgment. The ache for inspiration and of wanting more. And still… she shows up. This is a vo...

A brief, unscripted invocation — spoken from within the sacred pause. This is not an episode. It is a marking. Something has completed. A spiral has closed. What follows the threshold are four transmissions recorded in the st...

Beneath the banner of creativity, a question burns: Was I ever truly free to choose? In this raw reflection, the voice lingers in the quiet ache of early wounding. Where masks became necessary. Where belonging meant silencing...

Inside this raw, whispered cocoon of remembrance, She Who Speaks in Ashes enters the space between identities — the soft, dissolving place where the caterpillar vanishes and the butterfly is not yet born. There are no answers...

This is a voice from beneath the surface — not guiding, not teaching, but immersing . In this transmission, recorded within the silent pause of becoming, I allow the ocean of sensation to move through me. Breath, memory, cohe...

I didn’t come to explain. I came to breathe into the space where words dissolve. To open my hands in the presence of not knowing. In this transmission, recorded in the wake of emotional release, I surrender the need to define...

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 Who Speaks in Ashes returns to the embers, tracing the silent unraveling of control that only fire can teach. In this transmission, surrender is no longer conceptual—it is lived. Beyond resistance, beyond striving, a deep...

She arrives at the threshold — not to explain, but to witness. Not to revise the past, but to speak from the quiet clarity of now. This is a portal, a turning. A whispered invocation for what’s to come — and a love note to th...

She didn’t come to explain, or to teach. She came to listen — to her own voice as it softened, uncurled, and spoke. What emerged wasn’t a story, or a lesson. It was a quiet reckoning with the urge to shape things too soon. Th...

Resilience of Love From the stillness beyond the fire, a truth rises: I can feel again. In this raw remembering, She Who Speaks in Ashes offers a sacred glimpse into the soft, unguarded return of love—after collapse, after sh...

Longing for Innocence She awoke to an unexpected wave of emotion — a soft unraveling at dawn. Beneath the tears was a grief not for someone, but for something ancient and near-forgotten: innocence . That unarmored state of be...

The Invitation Before the fire, I measured life against invisible scripts, chasing perfection shaped by voices not my own. After the fire, a whisper rose from the ashes — a memory not of what I was told to become, but of what...

Liminal Space — Becoming Nobody, Remembering Everything When memories fall silent, the embers of the soul speak. I sit by the fire, feeling into the embers, floating between what I once knew and something I can't yet name. Me...

Who Am I Without the Fire? In this soul-bared reflection, She Who Speaks in Ashes steps into the liminal space beyond identity, beyond structure—where the fire has cleared the way, and only essence remains. What if who you th...