Hey friends of Substack. I wanted to beam in to share that I’m finding my way on this gorgeous platform, and I have to tell you — using my voice feels so much more natural to me than writing. I know that writing is such a beautiful part of this Substack community, so here’s what I’m doing: I’ll always record my shares in my voice, my storytelling, then transcribe and edit them so that for those of you who love to read, you’ll have an article too. I’m trusting myself here. Starting with my voice feels right.

My share today is about the end of this healing era.

As I sit here in my closet, I’m feeling grateful that the walls of my house are mostly closed up now. For the past six months they were pretty much wide open — studs, wiring, the full bones of the place on display. I know my home better than I ever could have imagined, down to the roots. We pulled back the curtain on the black mold. It’s excavated out of the house now, mostly out of our bodies, out of my kids’ bodies. I’m feeling that something else is closing up right on schedule with my walls, and that’s what I wanted to share about today.

Before I dive in — I’m a huge fan of astrology. I’ve taken classes, I follow the charts, and still, I’m not an astrologer. I can’t claim to go super deep on the topic. It’s not my lane, so I’ll point you to some of my favorite astrologers: I absolutely adore and . I believe they’re both on Substack, so I’ll tag them here.

With astrology, our charts are so nuanced and so individual that sometimes it’s difficult to speak to what’s happening in the collective. Your sky is not my sky, and I’ve never felt right handing anyone a one-size-fits-all share. Sometimes we contradict ourselves, though — because every once in a while something happens that’s so big it belongs to all of us at once. I would be remiss not to say I am feeling a shift coming, and the planets seem to agree with me.

This is one of those weeks.

For the better part of fifteen years, the slowest-moving planets in our sky — the ones that shape whole eras, not weeks — sat in earth and water signs. That’s all about body and feeling, inward and downward and under. You don’t need to know anything about astrology to know what that has felt like, because you’ve lived it along with me. I describe it as an era of reckoning — the shadow work, the grief we stopped outrunning. A lot of us learned words like nervous system, somatic, boundaries. We sat with things. We processed. We came together. We healed.

Sometimes it’s time for a season to end, and this healing era is no different.

That brings me to the turning point we find ourselves in. Over the last two years, quietly, every one of those slow-moving planets has moved into a fire or air sign — vision and voice, spark and momentum. Really different from earth and water. Right now the deep sky holds no earth and no water at all, and it happens that this weekend it peaks: all four of these slow planets line up at the same time in the sky, forming the shape of a basket.

There’s a really cool French astrologer, André Barbault, who’s no longer with us on this earthly plane, but you can research his work — he saw this window coming decades ago and called it a splendid relaunch of civilization. I’ve heard it called the Golden Age.

Personally, I’m calling it the Green Light Era, because that’s what it feels like to me. For the past fifteen years, I’ve felt like I was in a sort of yellow-to-red light. A lot of sitting and staying and feeling and healing. Now I just feel this new light, this green flashing light — go, go, go. That fits with fire and air. It’s faster. More momentum.

I don’t know what this Green Light Era will bring. Nobody does, and I’d be gentle with anyone who tells you they know exactly what they see in the future, because there’s so much nuance to what will come. What I can tell you is I am really fucking ready for this shift.

These yellow light years at my house were a rollercoaster of coming further into myself and honoring my truth, and I’m really grateful for them. I’ll probably look back at this period as one of the most unraveling but also beautiful periods of my life — from getting divorced, to leaving my fancy Fortune 100 exec career for a path way less traveled. My body took a lot of tending in these fifteen years, from chronic low back pain to CIRS to too many things to list. Let’s just say I’ve been to a lot of doctors, healers, acupuncturists. It’s a lengthy list. Maybe these last six months have been the deepest of them all — the situation in our home and in our bodies felt like the final excavation. A cleansing.

I know myself better than I ever have, and I really honor all the lessons from this season. But I don’t know about you — I am so ready to move. To share, to communicate, to hone my Human Design Gate 56 gift — it’s the storyteller’s gate — and share my voice more with all of you.

For the past fifteen years, the sky asked us: what do we feel?

Now my sense is the sky is asking: what will we do about it?

Not once we’re fully healed or fully ready or fully certain. I believe this Green Light Era moves at the speed of a heart ping. We feel the pull, we act on it, small and real, and this taking action builds self-trust.

One other note. If you’re still deep in your healing season, this is not some sort of deadline. I’m still moving through this mold situation myself. Not everything shifts in one dramatic moment — seasons are personal, and our bodies each know their own timing. My light has turned green and I feel that. You may feel it on a different timeline than me, and collectively, there’s a shift I’m embracing into.

On Monday we had this beautiful New Moon, which opened up a six-month intention window — what we’re planting now unfolds through the middle of January. If you missed the New Moon, or you don’t know about new moons, that’s totally cool. I just invite you to feel into a little baby seed you want to plant, maybe over this weekend. It doesn’t have to be a whole grandiose big dream. Just one little baby seed. As you plant it — into the cosmos, into your heart — feel into the frequency that the light is green, and we’re divinely supported in what comes next.

I’d love to hear from you — how this landed, and what you’re feeling in this season too?1

Trust your light, because what lights you up lights up the world.

Sending you all lots of love,

Katie Sol 💖

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I coined this term years ago, and once you hear it you’ll know exactly who yours are.

A lotus friend is the one who is with you in the muck. Who sees you at your most raw, your most undone, your most unrecognizable — and stays. Who also gets to witness your sheer brilliance, your becoming, your light. Because those two things always go together. You cannot have one without the other.

My first paid subscriber to my Light Ride™ meditations this week is one of my lotus friends. We met in corporate America and watched each other grow through more seasons than I can count. But what I keep coming back to — what makes my heart grow three sizes every time I let myself go there — is one specific night I will never forget.

It was my wedding anniversary. My kids were away. I had been waiting for my then husband to come home so we could celebrate, and as the hours passed the apartment got quieter and the light outside got darker and something in my gut started getting very loud.

I was alone and scared and my mind was spinning in every direction at once. Worst case scenarios on top of worst case scenarios. And underneath all of it, a knowing I had been trying to outrun for a long time — that something was seriously wrong. That his behavior had become increasingly erratic. That the word addiction kept rising up in my body no matter how many times I pushed it back down. I had been holding all of this completely alone. The people closest to me had no idea what was happening inside our home, inside our marriage, inside me. I had been keeping his secrets without even fully realizing that’s what I was doing.

Eventually I got in my car and drove the windy streets looking for him. Ditches. Side streets. Anywhere. The darkness made everything feel more ominous, my headlights cutting through streets that all started to look the same. I came home with nothing and sat with that for a moment — and then made a decision I should have made a long time before.

I was done holding this alone.

I called her.

Twenty minutes later she was at my kitchen counter. Level headed, clear, steady in a way I couldn’t be in that moment. She encouraged me to call the police. A very sweet officer responded and asked me gently — do you think he was drinking or using drugs? Tentatively, I said yes. He told me that in these cases, usually another precinct picks them up and calls it in.

That’s exactly what happened. There had been an accident. Someone else had been involved. And suddenly words I never imagined would belong to my life were being said out loud. Jail. Arraignment.

She went with me.

What happened when we arrived to bail him out has stayed with me in a different way. The officer we encountered there was nothing like the first. He was cold, cutting — and in the way he spoke to us I felt something I was not prepared for. Shame. Like somehow this was mine to carry too. Like I should have prevented it. I understood his frustration, I did — but his lack of compassion for what I was walking through that night still makes me shudder. To this day when I drive past that station something in my body tightens.

Some details of that night are crystal clear. Others have gone hazy. But what has never faded — what I can still feel as clearly as if it were yesterday — is her. At my counter. In my passenger seat. Steady when I couldn’t be. Holding what I couldn’t hold alone.

That’s a lotus friend.

This week, she became my first Light Ride™ subscriber. I stepped into something new and tender and mine — and she showed up. Again. Of course she did.

The lotus grows in muddy water. It needs the muck to become what it is. So do we.

Who are your lotus friends? Tell me about them in the comments.

As a gentle reminder, remember to trust your light, because what lights you up, lights up the world.

With love,

Katie Sol 💖

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For a long time, I didn’t feel right. Not dramatically wrong — just… off. Fuzzy. Heavy. I couldn’t lose weight no matter what I did or make it through a day without losing my voice. My energy was gone. I was tired in a way that sleep didn’t fix.

And I was losing my hair.

So I did what we’re supposed to do. I went to the doctor.

Your blood work looks fine.

I went back.

Everything looks good, Katie.

Here’s the thing — I teach women about self trust every single week. I teach that it’s like a muscle. That we build it slowly, the same way we build strength at the gym. Rep by rep. Staying with it even when you want to quit, even when it’s uncomfortable.

So I stayed with it.

I said no something is not right.

My doctor was willing to dig deeper. He ran more tests. What those tests began to uncover took my whole family on a wild ride this year…

CIRS. Aspergillus. Mycotoxins. Biotoxin illness. HLA genes. MARCoNS. VCS test. Shoemaker Protocol. Neuroinflammation. Branch Basics. Cholestyramine. Binders. Limbic retraining. Nervous system regulation. Mast cell. Low amylose diet. Remediation. ERMI test. HERTSMI. Spore trap. Air sampling. Mycologist. Containment. Negative air pressure. Fogging. Small particle cleaning. Mold.

If any of those words are familiar to you — you might already know where this is headed.

That’s me ⬇️ behind a containment wall in my own home. Part Two is coming…