A love letter to the woman who moves in seasons

A reminder for the ones who rise, fall, soften, pause then rise again

There is a quiet truth I have been learning for years now. A truth that rises again and again even when old conditioning pulls me off centre. It is something that feels ancient in my bones, yet I still wobble, I still doubt myself, I still find I have to gently steer myself back to my own path.

And I’ve realised something important.
Those “off path” moments are not failures. They are thresholds.
They are places where the wisdom lands.
They are part of the path, not a detour from it.

I seem to need to walk through them for the next level of awareness to reveal itself. Returning to myself has become part of the practice, part of the rhythm, part of the way my intuition speaks.

Because the truth is this:
We are not designed for relentless forward motion.

We are not built to be the same woman every day, waking with identical discipline, energy or focus. We are not meant to live as though we are machines. We are meant to be human, to feel, to soften, to listen, to adjust, to honour what the season is asking of us.

We are cyclical beings.
Rhythmic beings.
Women who bloom then rest, expand then contract, rise then retreat.

Yet for so long many of us have tried to override that nature. We have pushed because we felt we should. We have held ourselves to standards that were never ours. We have criticised ourselves for being tired, for needing rest, for falling out of a routine, for reaching for a glass of wine at the end of a long day because it gave us two minutes of breath.

But here is what I now know:
Your ebb and flow is not inconsistency.
Your softness is not a lack of discipline.
Your pauses are not evidence of failure.
Your humanity is not something you need to fix.

And then we wonder why we get sick, why we hit the wall, why our nervous systems feel overloaded, why our relationships strain under the pressure of us holding everything together without ever tending to ourselves. We are not meant to live at a pace that denies our own nature.

You are responding to your life exactly as you are meant to.
You are listening even when you don’t realise you are.
You are learning even when you think you’re lost.
You are growing in ways you cannot yet see.

And this isn’t just for those who teach or guide.
Every woman needs this truth.
Mothers, daughters, friends, wives, caregivers, professionals.
All of us carrying far more than we ever say aloud.

We live in a culture that quietly expects women to be everything to everyone. To stay steady and composed regardless of what is happening within. But this belief, that we must move through life without wobble or softness, is hurting us.

Which is exactly why learning to connect to our intuition matters so deeply.
Why simple tools and rituals we can weave into the everyday are vital.

Not so we can do more, but so we can hear more.
So we can listen to what we need.
So we can feel the courage to act on what we hear.

Because intuition rarely arrives as a dramatic, earth shifting moment.
Most of the time she whispers.
She nudges.
She reveals herself through tiny, almost unnoticeable choices.

She speaks through the small micro decisions we make each day.
She speaks through the spaces where we allow ourselves to honour the season we are in, without judgement, without rushing, without trying to be somewhere else.

And sometimes she asks us to wait.
To sit in the discomfort.
To hold the unknown before the clarity arrives.
To trust the drop in.
To let wisdom form at its own pace.

This is the deeper work.
This is the cultural shift.
Women remembering that they are not machines but cyclical beings.
Women trusting the slow unfolding.
Women honouring the whispers instead of the expectations.

This is how change begins.
Quietly.
Deeply.
From within.

So wherever you are today, honour it.

If you are blooming, bloom.
If you are resting, rest.
If you are rising, rise.
If you are tired, soften.
If you are questioning, listen.
If you are gathering energy, gather it gently.
If you are drifting, trust that you will return.

This life is not a straight line.
It is a spiral.
It is a cycle.
It is an unfolding.

You are doing better than you think.
You are not behind.
You are not inconsistent.
You are becoming.
You are remembering.
You are exactly where you are meant to be.

With love,
Katie xx