Learning to Listen Again

Re-mapping intuition when the terrain—and the traveler—have changed

A quiet moment in our bamboo forest. Listening, even here.

There’s a lot I miss about living in the States.

Sidewalks.
Wide, well-paved roads.
Being able to ask questions with ease.
Sending handwritten notes through the mail.
Listening to audiobooks on long road trips.
Hiking trails with easy access.
Coffee shops I love.

But what I miss the most is clear access to my inner knowing—my intuition.

Living in a new country with its own language, culture, and rhythms has scrambled my inner GPS.
I used to feel grounded in what I picked up energetically about people, places, and situations.
I could tell the difference between resistance that needed to be moved through…
and a clear “no” that came from a deeper place.

I had no idea that moving to a new country would mean relearning how to listen to myself.

So here I am.
Doing just that—learning to listen again.

What’s uncomfortable because it’s unfamiliar or hard?
And what’s uncomfortable because it’s not aligned?

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This touches everything—
Where to live.
What to rent or buy.
Who to trust.
Who to hire.
How much solitude I need versus how much to engage with the world.
When to act. When to wait. When to leap. When to rest.

It’s been a wild ride.

There have been moments I leaned too heavily on someone who seemed to know more than me.
Other times, I’ve pulled back too much, unsure of when to speak up, when to move forward, or when to pause.

But in writing this, I notice something softening.

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Re-mapping Intuition

Maybe intuition IS local?

Just like the body responds to altitude, humidity, or new foods, our inner knowing attunes to the environment around it.

It doesn’t exist in a vacuum—it’s shaped by landscape, language, rhythm, and collective energetic fields.

In familiar places, I knew how to interpret the signals. I was fluent in the energetic language.
But here, I’m still learning.
Sometimes what feels like “intuitive dissonance” is really a lack of fluency in the new frequency.

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And then there’s the land itself.

Every land carries its own spirit.
Costa Rica has a current of purification.
It invites deep presence, communion with nature,
and a shedding of false identities.

Even the waters move differently here—fluid, untamed, and deeply alive.
The rivers and oceans speak in rhythms I’m still learning to understand.

No wonder the signals feel scrambled—
it’s not just a new country,
it’s a new vibration!

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And truthfully, it’s not just the land that has changed—I have changed.

My intuition in Oregon was wise.
My intuition in Costa Rica is wise.
They’re tuning into different songs, because I am no longer the same person.

What if my internal compass is spinning—
not because it’s broken,
but because it’s re-mapping?

Maybe it’s helping me tune in more precisely—
not just to myself,
but to something bigger.

I’m not only learning the Spanish language here.
I’m learning the Costa Rican language of inner knowing.

This was something I didn’t expect when I moved here.
I thought my intuition would be the same, no matter where I lived.

But it makes sense now—
of course it takes time to trust my inner compass
when both the terrain and the traveler have changed.

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🌿 Invitation to Reflect
You don’t have to move to another country to feel disoriented.

A death.
A divorce.
A diagnosis.
A transition.
Menopause.
A spiritual unraveling.

Life shifts us—sometimes slowly, sometimes all at once.

Have you ever gone through a season when your inner compass felt scrambled—
not because it was broken,
but because your world had changed?

What helped you begin to listen again?
And how has your intuition changed…
as you have changed?

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🌿 If this speaks to something you’ve lived through, I’d love to hear.

You’re welcome to share a comment, reply privately, or simply sit with the questions in your own way.

We’re all learning how to listen again—each in our own landscape.