Intuition
One of the things I'd like to think I've gotten better at is trusting my intuition. I have a good friend who was the victim of a terrible crime. When she thinks back on that day and her 18-year-old self, she knows the moment when she didn't listen to her intuition. The lesson? Always trust your intuition. Which brings me 'round to last night and a case in which I trusted my intuition, and went into the basement with my not-so-happy-to-be-woken marido and dog in tow as the tornado sirens blared. And, then...nothing happened. As I was trying to fall asleep in the basement, I had a dialogue with myself. Does this mean I can't trust my intuition? I don't want to apologize for my intuition being wrong. I do want to keep trusting it. So what happened? Is my intuition on the blink? Did it not work just then? Is it working, and it would have kept me safe if something had happened? After all, a year and a half ago, 15 houses were wiped to the ground by a tornado not so very far from here. Who knows? But I want to hang on to always trusting my intuition.
Bonnie Raitt and Keb Mo were great last night. And when I had barely walked in the door at home, the local radio station had free tickets for the Tim O'Reagan deal I want to go to on Friday. Yea for me, caller number 2!
I can tell it's going to be an average day. Rainy. Too many things scheduled. Ironically, meditation is one, squeezed between work and an evening conference call. I'll be happy in what looks to be an ordinary day if a couple of sparkly things come my way. Come hither sparkly things!
posted by Lucia @ 7:13 AM
5 Comments:
Never ignore your intuition!
I wish I hadn't. Then again, I may not have the stories if I'd listened. But they weren't harmful stories...
Listen to your intuition, always.
Intuition is nothing to scoff at...besides, it might have been like a 'butterfly in the rain forest' situation...if you had STAYED upstairs, maybe the air pressure (due to your body, the air in the room) may have been just enough to force that tornado your way. Never know.
Besides, I never mess with tornados. Too many in my past. Eek.
I think my intuition speaks Swahili.
But I still listen to it, and smile and nod and pretend to understand.
I don't want to anger it.
The Saint (I CAN call you The Saint, can't I?): But I'm pining for the stories!
Mona: Yep, that's gotta be it...not my intuition being on the fritz.
Susan: Well, then, jambo to your intuition.
Oh, and thanks for the Swalhili practice of the one word I know since I'll be using it in Kenya in a couple of week.
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