I bumped into an acquaintance the other day who I hadn't seen in over four years. I don't know them very well at all but we decided to get together the next day to catch up over coffee.
We have very different stories but I knew they'd had a difficult life. As we began to talk about what each of us had been through, there seemed to be a common theme that kept coming up:
Listening to intuition.
To be honest, this was never even a passing thought for me in the past. I might have a feeling about something but I certainly never listened to it. But after Bill died, it felt like the universe bopped me on the head and said WILL YOU PLEASE PAY ATTENTION?
Of course there absolutely can coincidences, and maybe we just attach meaning to them. And you know what? That's fine because it's still interpreting significance and how it fits into our lives. I wrote about several major coincidences in my book and I still can't suss out what some of them meant. I do know that paying attention to my intuition prevented me from taking a catastrophic - and possibly deadly - trip and that's not something I ever would have done before.
As the acquaintance and I talked, they revealed many similar instances that felt like the universe was pointing them in the right direction. And what's interesting to me is that I don't feel such powerful insight as often these days. I wondered aloud if, given the acquaintance and I had both experienced pretty brutal loss, we need to be broken up to really listen.
Maybe that's true. Maybe it's a matter of learning to trust ourselves more. Maybe it's learning how to block out all of the ambient noise around us in order to hear it. Maybe it's all of the above. I do know that when we learn to really, deeply pay attention, the hum is unmistakable.
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