The Signes Were Always Speaking

Learning to Listen Differently

When you first begin your journey, you look for signs everywhere. You read all the books, memorize the meanings, and try to match them up like spiritual flashcards. Is this a crow or just a bird? Is this flower a message or just pretty?

But eventually—if you pull back, get quiet, and start listening—you realize something deeper: You’ll begin to build your own language. Your own assembly of signs. Your own rhythm with the world.

Flowers speak. Birds respond. Nature begins to meet you.

And if something keeps pulling your attention—listen. Google it. Look it up. I bet your gut was right all along.

Not because you forced it. But because you finally let yourself believe the knowing you already had.

Flowers as Oracles

Black-Eyed Susans are tied to truth, fairness, and clarity. They’re wildflowers. They grow in the unlikeliest places. They say, “I’m not afraid to stand tall where no one expects beauty to grow." Sound familiar?

And the thing is…They were waiting for me. Actually, they were waiting for me to ask. And when I finally did, it clicked:

Sometimes, all you gotta do is ask—and the confirmation you need is already there, quietly blooming, waiting to be seen.

That Day, the Spell Was Simple

I threw a penny into my water wall—just a whisper of a wish: “Bring me justice.” Nothing elaborate. No ritual robe. Just raw energy.

Then I walked outside. And there they were. A whole patch of Black-Eyed Susans—bright, bold, and louder than any sign I could’ve asked for. They had been calling to me all week… I just hadn’t slowed down enough to answer back.

Final Thought

If you’re waiting for a billboard from the Universe, you might miss the wildflower blooming by your foot.

Start listening with your nervous system, your gut, your breath. That’s where the truth hits first.

Nature has always been speaking your language. You just had to remember—it was never written in words.