There are women who have been taught to apologize to the wind
for the way it moves through their hair—
and then there are women who learn
the wind was always speaking to them.
I am Baba Yaga.
I have lived in the marrow of bone and birch,
in the tremble between breath and knowing,
and I will tell you this:
Your body is not a mistake.
Your nervous system is not an inconvenience.
It is an oracle.
The Nervous System, the First Language
Before you had words, you had sensation.
Before you had manners, you had instinct.
Before they told you to be nice,
your body knew when to run,
when to roar,
when to reach.
Your nervous system is a forest of signals—
roots and lightning,
pulse and pause—
a living map designed
to keep you alive.
It whispers in heat, in tightening, in expansion.
A quickening heart is not always fear—
sometimes it is recognition.
A sinking stomach is not weakness—
it is a bell being rung.
But little girls are taught to silence bells.
“Don’t be rude.”
“Give him a hug.”
“Smile.”
“Be polite.”
“Don’t overreact.”
And so the body learns a terrible trick—
how to speak
and be ignored
at the same time.
What Intuition Really Is
Intuition is not magic in the way they told you—
not some distant, mystical gift reserved for the chosen.
It is pattern recognition
woven with memory
tempered by sensation.
It is your nervous system saying:
“I have seen this before.”
“I know this shape of danger.”
“I recognize this flavor of truth.”
It arrives quietly, often:
A subtle pull toward something you cannot explain.
A tightening around someone whose smile looks correct but feels wrong.
A sudden clarity that lands in your chest before your mind can argue.
It does not shout like fear taught by others.
It hums like something ancient and familiar.
Intuition feels like:
— a soft but immovable no
— a warm, expansive yes
— a pause that asks you to wait
— a flicker of knowing without proof
It does not beg.
It does not justify.
It simply is.
When the Nervous System is Unbalanced
But here is where the story turns.
When your nervous system is overwhelmed—
flooded with stress, trauma, noise—
the signal becomes distorted.
A dysregulated system can mistake safety for danger
and danger for safety.
You may feel anxious in calm waters
and calm in storms that are slowly drowning you.
This is not because your intuition is broken.
It is because the instrument through which it plays
is out of tune.
Chronic stress tightens the strings too far—
everything feels urgent, sharp, threatening.
Shutdown loosens them until nothing rings—
numbness replaces knowing.
And so many women live here—
either bracing for impact
or drifting away from themselves.
Then they say,
“I don’t trust my intuition.”
No.
You were never taught to tend the instrument.
Tending the Body That Knows
If you want your intuition back,
you must come back to your body.
Not as a battlefield.
As a home.
Balance is not perfection.
It is rhythm.
You regulate your nervous system
the way you would soothe a frightened animal—
gently, consistently, with respect.
Here are the old ways, the simple ways, the true ways:
Slow the breath.
Long exhales tell your body,
“We are not being chased.”
Touch the earth.
Bare feet, bark beneath your palms,
water over your wrists—
remind the body it belongs here.
Move.
Not to punish, but to release—
shake, sway, stretch, walk.
Let the energy complete its story.
Rest without guilt.
A tired system cannot hear clearly.
Limit the noise.
Too many voices outside
will drown the one within.
Tell yourself the truth.
Even when your voice trembles—
especially then.
Choose safety where you can.
Your nervous system learns from your environment.
It believes what you repeatedly allow.
The Return
When the system softens,
something remarkable happens.
The body speaks again—
and this time, you listen.
The yes becomes clearer.
The no becomes firmer.
The confusion begins to thin like fog at dawn.
You stop asking,
“What should I do?”
and begin asking,
“What do I know?”
And then—
you begin to trust the answer.
Baba Yaga’s Truth
There is a cost to this path.
When you listen to your intuition,
you will disappoint those
who benefited from your silence.
You will walk away from things
that once defined you.
You will say no
where you used to shrink into yes.
But you will also come alive.
I will leave you with this:
Your intuition is not something you must earn.
It is something you must allow.
Your nervous system is not your enemy.
It is the doorway.
Sit with it.
Soothe it.
Listen.
And when the quiet voice rises again—
the one beneath the noise,
the one that has always been there—
Do not apologize.
Baba Yaga The Wise 
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