Well Hello, Soul Time!

Does it feel like your soul is lagging behind your life? Maybe you’re not out of sync, maybe you’re just not on soul time yet.

I saw this quote this week: “I am not too late. I am on soul time.” It got me thinking about time, but more specifically, is there an optimal time of day when our soul speaks most clearly?

Since I was little, I’ve felt out of time. Like I was already behind. There was this pressure to do it all, now. Some of it was probably trauma, especially from my birth, arriving with the umbilical cord around my neck. That early brush with mortality has colored everything.

One of my best friends is the complete opposite. She’s Virgo to my Pisces. She takes her time. Eight years to marry her college sweetheart. Five more to have a child. Same job for 20 years. No rush. Meanwhile, I’ve been on a lifelong sprint, never feeling I could afford to pause. My nervous system lives like it’s waiting for a cougar to pounce on me. And when you’re in that state, your soul’s whispers are impossible to hear.

These days, I’m learning to slow down. My body can still go and go, but my soul? She wants space. She wants to linger, marvel at autumn leaves, do nothing with purpose, just enjoy the little mundane things. I’ve been experimenting with taking one full day a week to drop the mental noise entirely. Our minds move so fast, sometimes I wonder if the soul even has a chance to catch up.

This leads me to something my acupuncturist shared. I had just returned from Europe, frazzled from the AWS outage that disrupted everything. Chaos at every airport. I arrived feeling fragmented, like my body had landed but the rest of me hadn’t.

She told me about a tribe who, after traveling by horseback, would lie on the Earth and wait for their souls to catch up. They were still touching the ground via the horse and still needed to pause. And we? We’re soaring in metal boxes through the sky and in cars, completely disconnected from Earth, expecting to re-enter our lives instantly. It’s madness.

My acupuncturist checked my pulses. They were incoherent. She gave me a grounding session first, then checked again. My soul had landed. My system found its rhythm. Since then, I always make time to re-root after travel.

This experience made me wonder about optimal “soul time” during the day. When does the soul speak clearest?

I assumed it would be heart time (11am–1pm) on the Chinese meridian clock, center of joy, expression, emperor energy. But no. That’s a peak yang moment. My soul wants yin.

What whispered through instead was: pericardium time, 7–9pm. One of the heart protectors. The time for emotional intimacy, connection, presence. This is when I’ve felt most naturally attuned lately. I’m not a night owl. Usually, I shut down after 3pm. But recently, something stirs again after 6pm. A second wind. A golden hour.

It’s as if my soul opens then. Information flows. I connect inwardly. I listen.

This time has become sacred. A daily reunion. A moment to let my soul catch up with my body and with life.

Try setting aside time each evening: no agenda, no performance. Just space. Let your soul speak. Let it land.

And tell me: when does your soul feel most alive? Comment below or share with someone who needs permission to slow down.