Talking With The Universe

  Recently, I came across a video that has stayed with me far longer than I expected. A local farming family had just lost nearly everything to a tornado. Their home. Their farm. Their machinery. Their equipment. Their outbuildings. Two beloved family dogs. In a matter of moments, an entire way of life had been turned upside down. Shortly after the tornado, the husband and father gave an informal interview. Standing in the aftermath of unimaginable loss, he tried to put words to what had just happened. And as he spoke, he used the word "fuck" several times. What surprised me wasn't the language. What surprised me was the response. Among the messages of support were comments focused almost entirely on the words he used. Some people never acknowledged the loss. They never mentioned the family. They never offered support, encouragement, or compassion. Instead, their attention remained fixed on a single word. As I sat with my reaction, I realized this wasn't really about ...

  There was a period of my life where my body essentially staged a full-blown protest against my career. And honestly? Fair. At the time, I was working in post-secondary education within the healthcare sector. On paper, it looked stable, successful, and respectable. I was teaching, leading, supporting students, and doing work that genuinely mattered to me. But internally? Everything had started shifting. The structure around me had changed. Leadership dynamics had changed. The environment had changed. And slowly, quietly, I realized something painful: The role I once loved no longer aligned with my values as an educator, leader, or human being. Now here's the important part: This was NOT a story about me being disconnected from intuition. I knew. I could feel it. My Guides were direct about it. My body was practically writing strongly-worded complaint letters on Spirit's behalf. The problem wasn't that I didn't know. The problem was that I didn't yet k...