There was a lengthy period in my life where intuition dabbled in my everyday world. Sitting in the dentist chair, a random swift thought: my pager (dark ages, I know) would go off. Sure enough: BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. I knew it would happen.
Driving to help my Mother-In-Law heal from a terrifying car accident: breaking her spine. I saw my Grandmother’s spirit in my backseat. She was wearing one of her favorite purple shirts with small green frogs. She looked so peaceful and at ease. I voiced, “Are you here for me?” Several months passed before I shared seeing her. I now realize she was protecting me in moments of fatigue and exhaustion.
There was a solid month before my world collapsed (aka, he wanted a divorce), I would ask, “Are we were okay?” I could feel something was very off. He was distant. I ignored the nudge, the tap to listen to my core… the everyday of busy encouraged me to look the other way.
As family visited, I finally snapped after a night out with a more than distant conversation. The tears brought forth all the energy in motion, I could not hold it back any longer. Crying and begging what was wrong on our drive home. He finally pulled over the car. I knew it was a conversation I did not want to have. He told me we could shelve it until family left. How could I shelve my emotional wellbeing?
I worried about his mental health. Was he thinking about harming himself? My Intuition kept telling me not to believe his words. My gut churn was right. He would answer, No. I later learned about a girlfriend. I knew to let him go, he had already crossed the path of infidelity.
You can find truth looking into your palm. Take a deep breath, gather courage and understand this journey is far greater than You.