I live and die by my intuition. I trust no other source of information more than that which comes through my Intuitive Body.
As I was reflecting on this in the still pre-dawn hours, I realized this way of living started when I was very small. I knew what I knew even as a little child and could hold my sense of knowing regardless of what adults or my external world was showing me. I used to think of it as only trusting my self. But it was and is bigger than that.. not an intellectual proposition, and definitely not about arrogance. But that feeling of knowing, and of having practiced it for so long, having given it space to express and guide, has resulted in something that supports me deeply.
I’ve made every big decision based on this kind of knowing. I’ve left marriages, moved to new locales, bought houses, started businesses, begun love affairs, all based on a certain attunement to what was trying to find me, to what wanted to get my attention. The most recent intuitive plunge occurred when I moved to Newport, RI.. knowing nobody, not knowing the area at all, but felt strongly compelled to move here when my marriage to Andy ended.
Initially it felt to me that there would be a hidden ‘reason’ or justification for making the move. And if there has been I’ve not been able to identify it. Sometimes we are simply a match to the vibe of a place. Or there is a certain experience that our cells need in order to tolerate an emotional upheaval. Somebody wise told me recently that because Newport is a place on the sea and with so much granite that the energies here are ‘expulsive’, meaning what was stuck and stagnant will be expelled from the body and energy field to allow something new to take root. And that has certainly been my experience. Expulsive. A sometimes violent and disruptive vomiting up of the old feelings and beliefs that no longer served me. All this wind and water washing me clean so I could find myself again.
All of these big trees blowing wind through the island, especially where I live… always the wind. If it’s not seriously windy by 2 pm, you wonder if something is amiss. Wind and water and trees. All called me here for this experience of deep and permanent cleansing. Making space, allowing flow, calling in the new.
I didn’t know why I was called here. We don’t get to know most of the time. The trick is in the trusting. Will you do it anyways? Will you trust the breadcrumbs that lay out the beginnings of a path for you, even when you have no idea what or how or why? I am always surprised by how few people live this way. And at others’ reactions to my insistence and comfort (ok very relative comfort) in living this way. But there’s no turning back. I don’t know how to do it any other way.
Part of this is that although many perceive me as analytic, and although I have some decent left-brain chops, I live in my senses. I am absolutely happiest in my physical body and each moment of my day bows to that. Pleasure comes through the ways in which I can create moments of sensory beauty and pleasure. The right mug for my coffee. The gorgeous celestial music that hits my speakers first thing. Always being up to watch the dawn color the sky here by the sea. The pleasure of a stack of white tee shirts. The rituals of adornment. The right mix in my salad. Using high quality custom oils for whatever needs balancing or healing… arranging herbs and flowers in small pots…The wafting of just a bit of the right incense.
It’s all so deliberate and delicious. I am happiest in the physical. Beach walks before dusk. Dancing to a primitive drumbeat, making love, being surrounded by the 5 dogs when I had them… running out to experience the first snow… the smells of New England that have been my lifelong playlist. This brings me great joy… I cling to these moments and create them and curate them and share them. Thinking and the gifts of the mind don’t begin to compare to this.
Do I believe that living an intuitively guided life and living in my physical body are related or serve each other? Of course I do. How could they not? One supports and fuels the other. I also have come to believe, just in the last few years, that we are here to be fully physical. We are already spiritual beings, we are already soul. We incarnate to have the physical joy, to get our hands messy, to dig into it.
I have been reminded by various spiritual teachers that our intuition is not a ‘gift’.. it’s not about being special. It’s something we all possess, it’s a survival mechanism. Yet we are the only species that questions it or tosses off the information that comes in. We override it all the time, at our peril. I rarely do this that I am aware of. I don’t try to make it make sense. I just follow marching orders. And as a result my intuition is continually fine tuned and honed. And the gifts that come from that continually surprise and please me. Tiny details that I ‘hear’, that see random… are not. They are actually more of the great big huge guideposts. I am truly delighted by how it works.
The most valuable insights that I’ve shared with clients, came in moments that I normally would not have offered to them during our sessions. A couple of years back I made the conscious decision to share whatever impressions I received while in session with a client, whether it made ‘sense’ to me, or not. And when I did… everything changed. I joke that my next book will be titled “It’s So Funny You Said That” because in those moments where I decided to share these bits and pieces with clients, they without fail said the same thing, as in my tongue-in-cheek title. But it’s not magic, and it’s not coincidence. There is a connection and there is bountiful guidance available in every moment. It’s our choice whether we listen and harness this flow of wisdom that is here to support us so beautifully and so simply.
Want to learn more how to make this work for you? Want to find that deep level of trust for your own knowing and allow yourself to feel more connected and guided in your own life? What a difference it makes to be able to trust yourself as the expert versus looking to others and to the outside world. I’d love to chat with you, simply message me at Lisa at Intuitivebody dot com and we’ll talk.