Intuition
I was talking to a friend about the existence of intuition and the capacity people have to understanding its guidance in our lives. We were discussing how it could been seen as a muscle that you grow with practice over time. But then it can also come as a wave that almost physically pulls us towards things that we have no definition of. I kind of laughed at the idea because when you try to put these kinds of things into words it always feels a little, silly. But thats where it exactly sits isnt it? When you try to apply words to it, they fall flat, when you try to put it in a box, it doesnt fit, whne you try to share it you cant help but feel theirs a little something left unsaid in the silence between the words.
But that makes it all the more powerful in a way. Not that you can break apart the pieces we use to try and grasp it, but that you get a feeling of clear lack when you do try to convey it clearly. Becasue the clarity lays in the intuition itself and that is what makes it different. It doesnt need the rules of grammar, it doesnt need to fit in a concept to be true, it doesnt depend on anything or anyone in order to be real, and that is the strength a beauty of it. And anyone can laugh at it, its easy. But then ask them if they have ever felt it, and followed it. You will feel instantly the solidity of it in their energy the second they process that. Why? The concepts are lack, the words fall short, the control of it, the demand of it, the forcing of it…..but when you reflect for just one second on a moment of intuition, you know full well, it is truer than anything you have ever known. Then you dont need to say another word.
Snowy Adventure
So we had a bit of a snow storm the other day and I knw that I would have to go out and enjoy it before the melts and ice begni to play their little tricks on it. It just so happened to be a beautiful day out, so I took the chance and headed up to the mountain. It was completely still, and all I could feel was the rays of the sun multiplying through the myriad of branches as it made its way to my being. I stopped time and time again just to enjoy the single moments that were oerfectly orchestrated around me and before I knew it I was at the top. At this very moment the sky opened up to the most brialliant blue and I just looked on in awe. I searched for my eagle friend that lives up there but didnt see him. Then I looked down at the log that I like to rest on when I get to the top, this day, covered in snow. And I reflected back on all the experiences I have had at that spot. And I turned inward, feeling that familiar feeling of peace I typically find on these little adventures. I couldnt help but smile.
It makes me wonder, how lucky am I that I can find peace on a stump, regardless of what chaos is going on in my life. My world can be burning to the ground, and I can still turn in and smile. Heck, half the time, the worse it is, the more I laugh. I dunno if this is just because my mind is so used to chaos, or because I have had so much in my life that it doesnt really mean much. But maybe, its because I can recall the worst of times, and I can see how they turned into the most wonderful gifts of my life. Heck, one being, nothing really phases me on that deep level XD. Dont get me wrong, I still feel and fear and hurt and worry, but now it carries with it an understanding of an underlying current that eases us to where we are supposed to be.
So I am on my way home after taking the long way back and I catch the most beautiful pink and orange clouds. So what do I do? Start turning down every path I can to find the right place to watch the sunset. I randomly park and just jump out of my car then being walking. Turn down this corner and that corner, watching the sky, letting it play between the trees and rooftops. I was trying to find the perfect spot to grab a picture. But the sky is alive and it does not stop for anyone. And ultimately I find myself at the bottom of a baseball field, looking up at the clouds breaking into dark blues to accept the coming night. And I laughed to myself again, thinking, oh you wonderful sky, why do you tease me so. And it hit me, some skies you catch, some skies you miss, some skies you share, while others warm deeply into your soul and become part of who you are. Life….what will you do next?
