Collecting Soulful Wildflowers: Nurturing the Garden of Your Intuition

One woman shares the whispers of her intuitive self and the journey of trusting that ensued — so that we can each do the same

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Christmas happens to be my favorite time of the year. It’s probably no coincidence that I now live on and help operate a Christmas tree farm with my husband. However, it’s not something either of us had in our plans for our future.

I grew up in the city and when my parents separated during my freshmen year of college, my mom moved out to the country with my younger brother for a fresh start. She moved us into a townhome in the small town of Poolesville, Maryland.

It was a picture out of a Hallmark movie. Everyone knew each other. During the town’s yearly festival, they shut down the main street for the parade while local vendors lined the street with their baked goods and crafts for sale.

One snowy morning, I headed out to shovel our walkway and ran into my new neighbor — my very handsome and oh-so-charming neighbor I might add. The boy next door. Thirteen years later, we’re now married with three beautiful girls.

I had done all the things on the life path checklist: buy a house, get married, have children. Yet something felt as if it was missing.

I was spiritually hungry and began to satiate my appetite with anything I could consume. I learned about what it was to be an empath and what it meant to use your intuition.

As I learned to follow my heart and my internal guidance, little glimpses of magic began to sprout everywhere in my life. A few years ago, an offer for a free 7-day workshop popped up on my newsfeed. It was an invitation to ‘manifest miracles’ and I was intrigued.

By day 3, we were envisioning what our dream home would be. I wanted something surrounded by nature with room for my children to play and run. A farmhouse-style home with room for our growing family and a place to host family holidays.

My husband received a call from a friend whose farmhouse was on the market and they were looking for a renter. We owned a home of our own and couldn’t afford to swing both and my husband had to decline. So, I put a price out to the Universe of what we could afford. Later that day my husband received a phone call and we were offered to rent the home for the exact price I had envisioned.

A year later and we were so in love with our new home that we were looking for ways to make the transition permanent. Leave it to the Universe to deliver. My husband received another phone call with a request from the owner to meet. He left that meeting as the new owner of the farm and Christmas tree business that had been run for the past thirty years.

All that to say — to me, intuition is your non-physical, internal compass.

It’s the wind whispering the way on your journey with a gentle breeze. It can be so subtle that many people do not even realize they have been connecting with it their entire lives.

However, don’t underestimate its power. Just as wind in the sail can propel your vessel, listening to your intuition can take you on a breathtaking voyage to self-discovery. Intuition is heart led. If you plant the seed in the garden of your heart — it will grow and flourish a bounty of soulful wildflowers (or Christmas trees) before you.

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You may also enjoy reading The Power of Intuition: How to Connect with Your True Self, by Sara Fabian.