Lessons Learned on the Way to Honoring Intuition

It’s May 1, 1996.  I leave my Cleveland, Ohio suburban home to drive downtown to interview a woman named Faith at our sister church, St. Paul’s.  My goal is to write a newsletter article for the church I attend in Chagrin Falls, The Federated Church.

As I enter the highway ramp, I receive a knowing/hear a voice tell me not to go.  I now know this was a big hit from my Spirit guides/intuition, and it was spot on correct.  At the time, though, I allow my mind to chalk up the warning as a voice of fear, since I’m not in the habit of listening to my intuition.  I’m in the habit of feeling nervous when I drive to new places.  I also don’t want to cancel at the last minute, because this is the story I need for the next issue.  I ask God for protection, continuing the drive.

A few blocks from my destination, as I approach a green light, my brain registers a look of horror on the faces of those stopped at the red light to my right.  One second later, my car is struck with an intense force that sends it sailing through the light as the lead car on a one-way street.  My seat breaks, and my foot cannot reach the brake.  My head hurts in an unbelievable way, along with my knee, and other body parts.  My mind tries to understand what just happened.

The folks at the red light with horrified looks witnessed what was happening behind me.  A man, who’s in the midst of having a seizure and whose foot is stuck on the gas, is driving his white company van into parked cars, and then he’s heading for my Isuzu Trooper to total it.

Joy does not interview Faith in the way she’s planned.

Instead, I’m led on a long journey of chronic back pain, soft tissue injuries, physical therapy, heat, ice….a litany you may have familiarity with, though I hope you don’t.  Not fun.

Years later, a friend raves about her progress with a wondrous chiropractor and a massage therapist, leading me to cross a LONG bridge to make that first call.  My father is an internist, and I’m steeped in a life-long understanding that chiropractic is a swear word.

Crossing over, the combined modalities of body work release the accident from my body, and it feels magnificent to let go of the weight and pain I’ve been carrying all these years!

I start living with more joy in my step at the same time that I begin to expand the walls I’ve built around my life.  With new comfort within, I seek experimentation without, plus begin to honor the wisdom of my intuition and the voices of knowings, wisdom all.

What old beliefs hold you back from healing into a new aspect of your joy?  Is it time for you to cross a bridge to try a new mode of bodywork?  Is it time to honor the voice of your wise intuition?  Are you ready to expand the walls of your life?