She Let Go

As Debbie looked toward the window, the day was grey and dismal, yet the rain fell gently, almost soothing in its softness. A part of her longed to surrender to it, to step outside and dance in the quiet delight of it all. But then came the familiar list of reasons not to: wet hair, wet clothes, the cold.

With a deep sigh, she brought herself back into the present moment. Inside, a whisper stirred, familiar, yet strangely new. Just before COVID and lockdown, she had been making a three‑hour round trip every week from home to work. She was tired, weary, and utterly lost. The burst tyre had been the final straw.

Something needed to change. And although she had been willing to commit to the long distance while settling into a new area, she could feel a deeper calling rising beneath the surface.

Then lockdown arrived, bringing with it new ways of doing and being. Phone calls with family and friends became natural and frequent, though the absence of hugs was deeply felt.

Home was a log cabin nestled in nature, where she lived simply with her soul companion, Miss Mollie. A new rhythm was forming, slower, quieter, more attuned to the land around her.

As restrictions eased, a sense of dread crept in, even as clarity dawned. Her heart knew what needed to happen. Her head, however, tried to talk her out of it with every practical reason it could muster. She wasn’t in alignment. She wasn’t standing in her strength or her sovereignty.

Returning to work only amplified the misalignment. Chaos unfolded, and in the midst of it she realised she was on the brink of breaking a karmic pattern - the old story of feeling powerless. She had been raised to obey. Her soft voice had been overshadowed for decades.

There had been so many moments like this throughout her life. But when the heart speaks, the only person who truly needs to listen is oneself. It was time to step into self‑sovereignty. Time to become her own guru.

She let go.

Back in the quiet of her life, she chose to release the old and follow her heart. The door behind her closed fully.

Most of her belongings were stored away in a unit she thought she needed. At the time, it made sense - she was in transition. But after fifteen untouched months, she sold it all, keeping only her chair, her bike, and an old ottoman. Everything else she needed was already in the little log cabin.

She let go.

And she remembered those words from the poem she had found years before.

At the beginning of this journey, she had her own plan. And then there is the Divine Plan, and rarely, in Debbie’s case, do the two align.

Let this be clear: she misses her family and friends. Yet she feels more connected to them now, because she understands herself more deeply, and understands that home is something we carry within. Yes, the cabin can feel tiny when Miss Mollie is racing around, but for now it is perfect.

And “for now” is all that truly exists.

This is a holding space, a place to reconnect with herself, with nature, with the world, and with the birth of her new offering, The Intuitive Self

She let go.

Do her loved ones understand it all - no.

Does she - not entirely.

Does her heart - absolutely.

Because when the heart calls and you follow that whisper, you can’t help but laugh at your old plans as you step into the unknown with faith.

Is it scary?

Of course.

But it is exciting too - because as possibilities and opportunities appear, she chooses. And each choice brings its own touch of magic.

Are you ready to feel the rain on your face?