Seeing With Enlightened Eyes

Wednesday’s are for “Winging-It: A Practice of Healing, Intuition, and Becoming Lighter

Wednesdays have become my sacred pause in the middle of the week—a day where I don’t plan, push, or force. Instead, I listen. I follow spontaneity. I tune into intuition. I use what’s available in the moment and trust that it’s enough.

I actually call them - Lao-Tzu Wing It Wednesdays, because these days are all about non-conventional wisdom—the kind that rises from stillness, intuition, and the quiet guidance within. Wednesdays invite me into a space of deep respect, honesty, compassion, and humility, where nothing is forced and everything is received. They are beautifully winged in spontaneity, rooted in presence, and shaped by the same effortless flow Lao-Tzu wrote about: the wisdom that comes when we stop trying to control life and instead allow it to show us the way.

These mid-week days have taught me how to move with the world instead of against it. It’s a personal practice that is a few years in the making…and observing the results.

Nature is unpredictable, relentless even, especially when we try to control it. But when we adapt—when we use what’s accessible right here, right now—we align with the natural flow. We become more intuitive, more attuned, and more able to see what lies beneath the surface of ordinary life.

Every time we listen to our intuition, its strength increases.

Every time we follow the whisper inside, its voice becomes clearer.

Every time we use the energy at hand, our inner perception sharpens.

This is how the intuitive Clairs—clarity of seeing, hearing, knowing, and feeling—become amplified. Not because we’re “witchy” or “shamanic,” or New-Age, as people may label it, but because we live in a world overflowing with information and energy. Why wouldn’t we want to understand it?

Yet those words—witch, shamanic—carry so much shame, guilt, and cultural fear. They trigger old belief systems, old warnings, old moral associations. For many of us, the moment we step into intuition, a subtle inner battle begins. There’s an opposing force inside—sometimes faint, sometimes roaring—that tries to keep us small, confined, obedient to outdated programs.

But 2025 is the Year of the Snake, and snakes don’t cling.

They shed.

And so must we.

We shed beliefs that suffocate us.

We shed identities that never belonged to us.

We shed stories that were planted long before we knew how to question them.

Holding on only intensifies suffering. Loosening our grip—allowing the shedding—brings relief.

People fear what they don’t understand. They fear what challenges their upbringing, their doctrine, or the narratives they were handed. So when others judge, criticize, or condemn the path you’re walking, remember: they are battling their own darkness, not yours.

Darkness isn’t a demon or an enemy.

It’s a filing cabinet of every fear, every doubt, every wound we’ve ever stored.

When we get uncomfortable, darkness tosses those files at us—not to harm us, but to keep us “safe” in what’s familiar.

But we aren’t meant to stay in the familiar.

We are meant to grow.

This is why breathwork has been such a powerful teacher for me. Breath softens the internal grip. It creates space. It reconnects us with truth, and truth always leads back to love. Breath reminds us that discomfort isn’t a punishment—it’s an opportunity.

An opportunity to unlearn the programs that never served us.

If you want to experience this yourself, start small:

Tune into your breath.

Pick one affirmation—present tense and positive—and repeat it all day.

Let it wash through your mind until it imprints.

You’ll begin to feel how different your inner world becomes when you choose your thoughts with intention.

Because when we stop forcing outcomes, we step into presence.

When we stop controlling, we step into flow.

When we stop bracing, we step into openness.

And from there, the world becomes alive again.

Why Wednesdays Matter

Wednesdays are my reset button.

My healing day.

My childlike day.

My truth-seeking day.

It’s the day where I allow myself to wing it—because winging it means trusting life. It’s the day where I practice reprogramming my inner system, intentionally filling it with healing thoughts. Some Wednesdays feel effortless; others demand everything in me. But either way, I show up.

From here on out, my words, thoughts, and actions are committed to healing vibration. I anchor that in through breath. I slow down. I soften. I shed what no longer fits. I return to the spaciousness inside myself where the inner oracle—my inner genius—waits patiently for my arrival.

This is what Lao-Tzu Wing It Wednesdays have taught me:

Healing is not linear.

Intuition is not strange.

Rest is not weakness.

Shedding is not sinful.

And becoming lighter is not turning away from truth—it’s walking toward it.

So I continue this weekly practice with intention:

May my thoughts, words, and actions be of healing vibration only.

May I soften instead of suffer.

May I unlearn what dims me.

May I return to the truth within—over and over again.

This is the work.

This is the shedding.

This is the becoming.

And for me, Wednesdays…

Wednesdays are where it all comes alive.