Anyone who has helped a child with the college selection process knows it can feel like a full-time job. My son was also hoping to play football, so our process stretched over several years. It included road trips across state lines, summer camps, spreadsheets, and sit-downs with coaches over lunch. In the end, an injury kept him from playing his senior year, narrowing his options. Oddly enough, that loss of possibility was a blessing—it simplified the path.
When we visited the school he ultimately chose, we both knew. There wasn’t a checklist or metric—it just felt right.
As we drove around the town, it felt right for me too. And here’s the thing: I’m not a helicopter parent. I believe in giving my kids agency, especially as they approach adulthood. I see my role more as a sounding board, a steady presence in the background. So, my decision to move four hours south wasn’t about staying close to my firstborn.
It was something else. It was purely a feeling.
I didn’t know why, but I needed to move. The decision came through intuition—clear and insistent. Only later did I apply logic to justify it: I wanted space from the energetic chaos of the capital; my daughter wasn’t thriving in her current school. But those were post-hoc explanations. The real reasons emerged after I listened and acted.
On paper, the move made no sense. I had a lovely house. Emmanuel and I were in a comfortable rhythm, even if our romantic relationship had shifted. My job was just a short commute away. And we had a deep well of community—two decades worth.
Still, the pull was stronger than all of that.
The hardest part was Emmanuel. I’ve written before about the energetic journey that helped me release the bond between us, but it hadn’t happened for him in the same way. When I told him I was moving, he asked to come with us. I wanted to say yes—I really did. I prayed. I asked Spirit. I asked my higher self. The answer was a quiet but unwavering no.
At one point, I almost ignored that wisdom. But I knew that if I did, I’d be undoing every moment I’d ever trusted my inner guidance. So I told him he couldn’t come.
What happened next moved quickly. I bought the very first house the realtor showed me. Within weeks, we were packed and on the road.
Now we’re coming up on our one-year anniversary in this new town.
And I see now why I came.
My entire adult life, I’d lived with a partner. From my college boyfriend, who would become my husband, to Emmanuel, there was never a chapter that was mine. I’d never had my own place. I didn’t even know I needed one.
But I did.
There is a profound peace in living in a space I created. A home where my energy sets the tone. The boundaries I put around my space strengthened the boundaries in my body, in my nervous system, in my soul. I could rest in ways I never had. I could listen more deeply.
I had no idea when I moved how spiritually aligned this place would be. I stumbled into a vibrant, expansive community. Tarot circles. Mediumship classes. Spellwork. Conversations that felt like memory. I found a sanctuary of souls asking the same unanswerable questions I had been carrying alone for years.
This was the path. In my first class with Mage Marigold, she looked at me and said, “Your guides keep mentioning a podcast.” Every class after that, she offered more insight—little breadcrumbs leading me forward. Each nudge aligned with other movements in my life. And now here I am, birthing a platform to help others reconnect to the voice within.
None of it was visible at the start. It never is. But now I can see it clearly.
There is medicine in the silence of a home that belongs only to you. There is power in walking forward alone—not lonely, but sovereign. Uninterrupted. Unexplained. Aligned.
In many ways, this year has felt like stepping into the archetype of Hestia, the Greek goddess of the hearth and sacred space. Hestia teaches us that home is not just a place—it’s a temple. And when we tend to our inner flame, the whole world begins to feel more still, more guided, more alive.
“In the center of every sacred space, there is a flame. Tend to it, and you will never be lost.” – attributed to Hestia
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