JC Smit

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. How easy it is for spirituality to quietly turn into… another form of pressure. Another book. Another practice. Another thing to work on. For a while, it can feel good. Like you’re doing something. Like you’re getting somewhere.

I’ve come to see intuition a little differently over time. Not as something mystical or out of reach—but as something very simple. Very close. Your body is actually communicating with you all the time. The tension, the tightness, the anxiety… even the random aches that don’t seem to make sense. I don’t see them as punishment anymore.

I don’t think we hold onto the past for no reason. Even the things we wish we could forget… there’s usually something in them that hasn’t fully settled yet. For a long time, I thought letting go meant pushing things away or trying not to think about them. But that never really worked.