There is
an irrevocable mandate that one must adhere to.
A law of sorts, that stands as a guidepost, a current of intelligence that
ebbs and flows, traveling deep within our bellies. There are plenty of resources when there
comes a juncture and we must decide. A
little jolt of adrenaline coursing through from the pits of our core, to the
tips of our fingers, letting us know very simply; YES, or NO.
Intuition
is the guiding force in my life. There is
reason, there is our knowledge and experience, and then there is the paramount mode
of operating and sifting through our choices.
The difficult piece becomes unearthing the distinction between fear and
following our gut. It is beyond pure
emotion. Our intuitiveness is our bodies’
communication with the earth and with our practicality based on our past, yes,
but also our connection to the current moment.
My feet planted, in my most tranquil state, is when I can best hear my intuition
speaking. It is booming when I am still, and silent when
I resist. The answers manifesting when I give myself the space to breathe. And when I do, magic ensues.
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