The Summer I Stopped Waiting and Started Listening
It was two summers ago.
I could feel the familiar tug… that inner nudge I’ve come to trust, telling me I was approaching another threshold in my journey. On the outside, everything still appeared steady — I was running my programs, holding space for others, showing up with presence. But quietly, something was shifting. I could feel it in my body, in my energy, in the subtle dissonance between how I was living and what I now needed. It wasn’t dramatic… just undeniable. I had simply outgrown the life I was in.
Letting go felt overwhelming. I didn’t want to admit it — that the life I had worked so hard to build was no longer working for me. But my body and my bank account were getting louder. My right hip — always my messenger when I’m resisting forward motion — was in constant pain. And financially, things were getting tighter. The cost of maintaining such a big house was becoming unsustainable. Interest rates were climbing. My kids were mostly out on their own. I didn’t need all that space, but I was still trying to hold on.
I even gave Airbnb a try — hoping it would bring in some income. But I didn’t like having strangers in my space. And then the Quebec government cracked down on short-term rentals, putting an end to that option altogether. The final nudge came when my longtime neighbour and dear friend — the one I’d relied on for over 15 years to help with repairs and maintenance — told me he was moving away and stepping back from home projects. That was it. I couldn’t ignore the signs any longer.
That summer, I made the decision to let it all go. To downsize. To release the home and the structure that no longer reflected the woman I was becoming. It wasn’t just a move. It was a deep recalibration. A realignment of mind, body, and spirit. I moved through it room by room, box by box… clearing, grieving, releasing. Letting go of physical things, yes — but also old identities, expectations, outdated ideas of what made me secure or successful. And in that quiet undoing… something softened. I began to imagine again. I began to feel what was next.
And looking back now, I can see how deeply I walked through my own 5D path. I had to Dream (D1) — to feel into what I truly wanted, not just logistically, but energetically. I had to Declutter (D2) — the stuff, the stories, the patterns, the beliefs that no longer fit. I had to Discover (D3) — what felt aligned, what lit me up, what I was ready to claim. I had to Design (D4) — a new rhythm, a new space, a new way of living that felt more like me. And then I had to Develop — to roll out what I had envisioned, to actually live it. To embody the shift.
Even after I moved, it took almost a year to truly settle in. To make the space feel like mine. To land in it, and let it hold me. That integration wasn’t quick or easy… but it was sacred. It was part of the transformation.
That summer cracked something open in me. I didn’t have all the answers, but I did decide to finally stopped pushing… and started listening.
And now, two years later, I can feel that same stirring rising in so many of the women I work with. The quiet knowing that something has to shift… even if it’s inconvenient. Even if it’s hard and we don’t yet know what it looks like. There’s a collective exhale happening and a recognition that we can’t keep living by someone else’s script. That we’re ready to come home to ourselves… to move forward in a new way.
That’s why I’ve created some gentle invitations this summer for those who feel the stir. If you are one who’s sensing the ache, the nudge, the quiet truth whispering beneath the surface, you don’t have to do it all at once. And, you don’t have to do it alone either.
If it’s time to come home to yourself… I’d be honoured to walk with you.
With love,
Lianne
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