I've always believed in my intuition; the voice of truth that pilots over turbulent waters and beacons toward the light. From an early age I understood that there is a well of wisdom rooted within me; that it only takes breathing into it for it to flood. But there are times when reason and doubt can clog my senses and what seems to be the voice of truth ends up feeling like pangs of fear. Sometimes truth and fear blend to create a mix of positive uncertainty; the kind of chag

Have you ever had a gut feeling that was so incredibly strong and over powering that you simply could just not deny it? Whether your intuition was telling you something you wanted to hear or not, you had no choice but to obey and carefully listen to the little clues it was whispering to you. Sometimes when we’re getting these hints, we don’t want to believe what our voice is telling us, because if it were in fact true, then everything that we once believed in would be a lie.

There’s a certain “knowingness” that comes with a sharpened intuition, like carrying a microscope with you to see the closest, most magnified view of the people and events in your life. It’s the feeling in your gut that praises the celestial over the tangible; that disrepute’s what the eyes may see for what the heart undoubtedly knows. A palpable intuition is both a blessing and a curse because sometimes we don’t always want to see the truth; we’d prefer to be left in the dar