When I was about 17 I had a longing, or rather, a knowingness wash over me. It told me that my forties were going to be a time in my life filled with deep meaning, love and awe. I didn’t understand it nor even question it. I simply trusted it, was comforted by it then went onwards, very unconsciously with my life.

Fast forward many years later and after much unfolding, I’ve well and truly arrived and I deeply understand. My intuition was telling me this would be the time in my life when I would open up, see the truth of who I am, my heart would burst wide open so I could give and also receive. I’d lower the mask of who I perceived I should be and begin to embrace who I am. Who I always have been.

The awe I anticipated back then was simply younger me, getting insight from my higher self to who I really was … but my unique path would take me many years for it all appear acutely in my awareness. The weaving of decades. The sliding doors I did and did not choose to walk through. The joy, yearning leading me and there, love and loss. All perfect.

I’m so grateful for my awakened, deepening intuition and the story of my life that has developed it. It’s an incredible gift that I pass on when I hold space for others. Why? Because I believe in the truth of the person sitting opposite me. I believe in their unique longing and I know that I’m guiding them to open to that truth, to connect with it, feeling love’s deepest yearning unfolding for them too. That always has been. ♥