This is Part 1 of a 3-part series on intuition, healing, and transformation.
I created Intuitively because it’s how I live my life.
This business, this work, it isn’t theory. It’s what I’ve walked, what I’ve lived, and what I know is possible for others too.
The reason I share this story is because I’ve done it for myself. Over the last few weeks, especially since the full moon lunar eclipse on September 7th 2025, I’ve felt a profound transformation. I began to embody the message of Intuitively in a way that was undeniable, and the clearest reflection of that was the journey of selling my house in Ajax.
Seven years ago, after a breakup, I left a situation that no longer aligned with my values. I knew deep down it wasn’t for me. So, in many ways, I blew up my life. I sold my condo, took the plunge, and did the thing I had always wanted to do: buy a home that was mine, no waiting, no compromises.
Within a month, I found it. My beautiful house in Ajax.
Even then, the way this home came into my life carried its own energy. The market was fast-moving and homes sold within days. I was in Vancouver when my agent called about a house that felt perfect. I told him, “If it’s meant for me, it will still be there when I’m back.” And it was. The moment I walked through the door, I knew: this was the house.
I didn’t just buy a property. I stepped into a chapter of freedom and rebuilding.
That house became more than four walls. It was where I rebuilt myself. Where I learned to experience joy in a whole new way. Where I deepened my relationship with intuition. Where I served clients, and where people would walk in and instantly feel at peace.
Friends and visitors often commented that the energy of the home itself was calming. They’d feel their nervous systems soften as soon as they stepped inside. This wasn’t just a house, it was a home that held me through every up and down of the last seven years. Every lesson. Every season. Every transformation.
A little over two years ago, my father became ill. I moved home to be with him and my family during his transition. After he passed, I stayed with my mom for nearly half a year.
When I eventually returned to my house, something felt different. The home that had once held me so deeply now felt complete. Our time together was ending. The house no longer felt like it fit, not because anything was wrong, but because I had grown.
It was the beginning of a new cycle, a new energy calling me forward.
Part 2: The Dark Night and the Decision to Stay...
