I was four months pregnant with my second child, sitting alone in a sea of other people at a women’s business conference, when my entire life changed in an instant.
My objectives that day were simple and clear: I was there to network and win new corporate clients for the employee engagement consulting company I owned. I accomplished neither of those objectives.
Instead, I listened to a beautiful woman named Elizabeth Kapu’uwailani Lindsey speak about a group of Polynesian explorers I’d never heard of before. She called them “wayfinders,” and described how they began training to become navigators as little children. With the guidance of thousands of years of teachings, mostly passed down orally, they could navigate between islands using only their intuition and their ability to interpret the wind, stars, birds, and the ocean itself.
“They found their way by listening and watching,” she said. “So much so that they could sail thousands of miles by simply observing the way the waves broke across the front of the boat.”
As I sat listening to her, something began happening to me. I could feel heat building from my feet all the way up to the top of my head. My breath quickened, my hearing disappeared, and for a moment, everything in the room seemed to shimmer and recede into the background.
In the midst of it all, I felt my center crack open with a question that, somewhere deep within, I already knew the answer to: What if that kind of intuitive knowledge and ability lived somewhere in me, too?
“What if?” I seemed to hear the waves whisper as they broke across the front of the wayfinders’ boats. “What if all the knowledge we need comes from the depths of our own hearts?”
For a moment, it was as if I was on the boats with them — watching the waves, feeling the breeze, calmly and steadily navigating my way home.
What if all the knowledge we…