Hear Me Roar

The Lion has been guiding me all along. I just didn’t realize it until my big aha moment four years ago, and the many events that have unfolded since.

It all began on August 8, 1968, on what many know as the Lion’s Gate. 8/8 has always carried a certain magic to me, as though something unseen was quietly at work.

Leo is ruled by the sun, symbolizing courage, radiance, and heart-centred strength. The number 8 mirrors the infinity symbol, a reminder that nothing truly ends. It only transforms.

It was a full moon the night my mother labored on her way to the hospital.

Cosmic, really.

My father named me. Catherine Anne. A beautiful, flowing name, he said. He would be proud of the woman I am today, though he didn’t get to witness much beyond my years of struggle.

My awakening came nine months after I nursed him through the end of his hard-earned life. Looking back, those nine months felt like a quiet gestation, leading to transformation and rebirth.

The Lion, as a guide, calls us to stand tall. To claim our authority. To protect what is sacred. To embody both fierce strength and calm confidence.

I will carry that wisdom with me as I step into this new chapter, one that feels heart-led, grounded, and deeply aligned.

If you’ve found yourself in a season of rebirth too, I see you. You’re not alone.

I am ready to roar.