The Golden Light Is On
I'm singing the praises of intuition today. There are always two ways to look at it but here's what works for me.
I am consciously on the lookout for guidance and serendipity and inquiring into the hidden messages. Even now my inner critic is throwing up the usual pat phrases that warn me against saying these things out loud because we all know that people who think this way are either intellectually lacking or lazy; or of murky mental health. This goes right along with the blog of a few days ago: accessing my intuition is that Oneness and in the moment thing. So enough from the voice of the small self and its silly tricks. Here's the true story of my intuition lately.
I was looking for a bottle of probiotics that I had bought in preparation for taking antibiotics for the lyme disease that I have been working on. A couple of months had passed since the puchase. Now it was time to look for the bottle. So having no luck with the slow method of locating a forgotten object I said (outloud because I was alone -but it works if I just think it) "please help me find the ...." within the next second my eyes landed on a ripe pear on the counter and, distractable as I am, I thought it should go into the fridge right away. When I opened the door it hit me that I had put the bottle in the fridge. After some minor rooting around I retrieved what I was looking for. There's more.
Just this am I found something on the computer that I had lost. I looked in all the logical (to me) places and was just about to give up when another idea of a place to look came to me (an intuitive pop-up), and there it was.
Even more recently while out on a therapeutic walk just now, reflecting on insights of a buddy on this morning's coaching group call, I put a silent question out there and stood at my post alert for a reply. In just a few steps I looked down and a perfect acorn lay calling to me in my path (I adore whole acorns for their great potential to become things like a tiny hollow box with a lid, etc..). Unsure what it meant I picked it up (of course) and kept walking, surveying the ground, noticing other acorns all having lost the possibility of ever becoming trees, (or tiny boxes) at the tread of car tires or crater of elephant feet. They were all in terrible shape, and, I mused almost unrecognizable. The messsage was clear, the line is open, and goldenrod glows out the message of abundance.
I am consciously on the lookout for guidance and serendipity and inquiring into the hidden messages. Even now my inner critic is throwing up the usual pat phrases that warn me against saying these things out loud because we all know that people who think this way are either intellectually lacking or lazy; or of murky mental health. This goes right along with the blog of a few days ago: accessing my intuition is that Oneness and in the moment thing. So enough from the voice of the small self and its silly tricks. Here's the true story of my intuition lately.
I was looking for a bottle of probiotics that I had bought in preparation for taking antibiotics for the lyme disease that I have been working on. A couple of months had passed since the puchase. Now it was time to look for the bottle. So having no luck with the slow method of locating a forgotten object I said (outloud because I was alone -but it works if I just think it) "please help me find the ...." within the next second my eyes landed on a ripe pear on the counter and, distractable as I am, I thought it should go into the fridge right away. When I opened the door it hit me that I had put the bottle in the fridge. After some minor rooting around I retrieved what I was looking for. There's more.
Just this am I found something on the computer that I had lost. I looked in all the logical (to me) places and was just about to give up when another idea of a place to look came to me (an intuitive pop-up), and there it was.
Even more recently while out on a therapeutic walk just now, reflecting on insights of a buddy on this morning's coaching group call, I put a silent question out there and stood at my post alert for a reply. In just a few steps I looked down and a perfect acorn lay calling to me in my path (I adore whole acorns for their great potential to become things like a tiny hollow box with a lid, etc..). Unsure what it meant I picked it up (of course) and kept walking, surveying the ground, noticing other acorns all having lost the possibility of ever becoming trees, (or tiny boxes) at the tread of car tires or crater of elephant feet. They were all in terrible shape, and, I mused almost unrecognizable. The messsage was clear, the line is open, and goldenrod glows out the message of abundance.
posted by cara graver at 8:32 AM
1 Comments:
checking to see if you'd writtne today, so I thought I'd leave a comment (bread crumb) so you'd know I'd been here. Fine time last night, almost hit M with car when I dropped her off, glad the power came back on for your brownies. Is this like a sidebar in your diary?
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