What is that thing that stops you in your tracks and commands your complete attention? Like you’ve been hypnotized. It grips you like nothing else. A direct knowing that is spontaneous and breathtaking. You just know. There is no reason for it. You just know it to be so. I just had a feeling not to get in the car with my brother and even after all these years of trusting my inner knowing, I questioned it on this occasion. I thought, come on, it’s so much easier to go with my brother than with my cousin. Like a mantra on repeat in my head, in my soul, all I knew was not to get in that car. But I’d already strapped myself into the seat. DON’T GET IN THAT CAR. The feeling was unbearable. Ok already, I’d been here before with that ‘knowing’ so against all logic, I got out of the car and into my cousins car. And less than a minute later, my brothers’ car was crashed into at full force from the passengers’ side. My side. He survived. The car did not.
Intuition is a barometer of feeling rather than thinking
There is always the question to trust or not to trust. It’s the fork in the road that can often present as a test to how far our faith can be stretched. My decision to unbuckle the seat belt from my brothers’ car was completely irrational. Even my brother questioned it and was persuading me to stay. Intuition is possibly the one completely illogical experience of TRUST, that when given faith, is a compass that charts a primal experience of intelligence that is beyond thinking and deeply imbedded in sensation. It is a barometer of feeling rather than thinking. “The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.”~ Albert Einstein.
Yoga is a graceful reminder of our innate knowledge of how little there is that separates us. Why? Because what you are thinking is what I am thinking
Intuition is like a pretty arrangement of fairy lights that allows you time to fall into a magical display of sparkling clarity, affording you tiny glimpses into limitless wisdom. This insight is like opening the cathedral door of your essential self: Your soul. I like to think that intuition could be the language of the soul and that when we step into ourselves a sacred unraveling of inner tuition is gifted. Sometimes we listen. Sometimes we twist it around so much we loose sight of it. It’s personal. It’s intimate. It’s sacred. Like a secret club we’ve pledged our undying allegiance too. It’s both comforting and tormenting. Or maybe we become slaves to it. Jung says that “In a very short time every actual situation becomes a prison to the intuitive; it burdens him like a chain, prompting a compelling need for solution”. Queue the yogi: in steps thousands of years of living by inner tuition bringing forth an ageless wisdom of connectedness. Sit and be still say the yogis. And feel. Feel your heart beat to the rhythm of raindrops. Yoga is a graceful reminder of our innate knowledge of how little there is that separates us. Why? Because what you are thinking is what I am thinking. Be present to this moment, withdraw from what was and detach from outcomes.
While I was studying in India I found out I was pregnant with my second child. It was 4.30am after I peed on the miracle stick to discover that a baby was growing in my body. I screamed so loudly that my new flat mate woke up and we screamed together. I heard her say something about her pregnancy. When we stopped jumping around I asked her what happened to her baby. She was in shock. What I thought I’d heard come out of her mouth came out of her soul. She told me that she had not spoken a word of it, yet it was the truth.
A day I will never forget was walking out of the specialist’s office juggling my devastation of being labeled SICK, Actually, DISESEASED and unable to have anymore babies. As I walked I heard the name of my friends new boyfriend being chanted at me. Continuously, over and over I could hear his name. The name of a person I had never met before. By the time I reached my home I was in such a state that I bypassed my husband and told him that I needed to speak to Nick. Nick who? I heard him say. When I finally got him on the phone, I asked him if he knew anything about Hashimotto’s disease. He paused. Then replied, yes, I have just finished my thesis on it. Nick was a naturopath. With his outstanding guidance I was cured with not one drug passing my lips. That pregnancy in India was my gift after three years of detoxing and trusting that inner knowing.
It’s truly beautiful to get into the flow. Be still. Listen up and feel our wisdom connect. It is with pride that I stand before you with a new label. I am an intuitive yoga teacher, a title bestowed to me from that secret club of wisdom.