Twenty years ago, I didn’t call myself spiritual.
I didn’t have the language for energy, intuition, or healing.
I just knew I was searching.
I was drawn to crystals before I understood why.
Drawn to quiet moments before I knew how to meditate.
Drawn to healing before I believed I could offer it.
Looking back now, I can see that my soul knew long before my mind caught up.
My spiritual path hasn’t been a straight line.
It’s been shaped by grief, deep loss, moments of doubt, periods of exhaustion, and long pauses where I wondered if I’d lost my way.
But what I’ve learned over these 20 years is this:
The path never disappears. It waits.
Each time I softened instead of pushed…
each time I listened instead of forcing answers…
each time I chose healing over hardening…
I was gently guided back to myself.
Today, my work looks like Reiki, energy healing, meditation, and sacred space-holding.
But the truth is — it began simply with a quiet inner nudge and the courage to follow it.
If you’re reading this and wondering whether you’re “doing it right”…
I promise you — your soul knows exactly where it’s going.
Where did your own spiritual path begin — even if you didn’t realise it at the time?
