The secret of fortune is joy in our hands
If intuition was a person, she would look exactly like me. She wouldn't tell me anything, she would ask me questions before telling me anything. She would look like you: a handsome man, a stunningly beautiful woman. Your current weight, your ever-always ethnicity. She may be dressed slightly differently: wearing the clothing you favor. Her hair might be slightly different but the face is unmistakeably right now ~ you (or me.)
She wouldn't say much of anything using conventional language. She would look at me straight in the eye, unwavering. She would giggle and say, "Hmmm..." if I was on to something. She would use phrases like, "Tell me more..." or "Interesting" or "You are onto something." She would be covert. She would ask a question and the wind would blow across my arm, gently. I would notice an Iris in bloom or a bumblebee, buzzing and moving or a bird flitting across the city scape.
This isn't an entirely original thought though when I tried to find the genesis of a similar concept thanks to YouTube and Google, I couldn't find its root.
I remember it as an episode of the 1980's St. Elsewhere television show with Howie Mandel. When I first started writing, I remembered this as Howie on ER. I would have sworn he was on the show, early on. Vaguely. Thank goodness for tenacity and IMDB.
Anyway, he had a dream sequence where he met God and God looked just like him, was another him actually. "Well, you were made in my image." God-Howie reasoned.
Intuition-Me teaches me the joy of discovery through not-knowing.
Intuition-Me teaches me the passion of creativity without a distinctive formula or recipe. Certainly there are guidelines and suggestions, but there is not a formulaic "You must do it this way or die!" sort of thing.
Intution-Me, and life, is not like that, after all.
I know marketers insist their secret is THE secret and their formula is THE formula. It may be ridiculously successful if you follow it.
AND it isn't the way for each and all of us.
Intuition me is raising her eye-brown. She has her tea cup lifted to her lips and I can see her smile-crows-feet as a sign of "Yes-ness!" over the brim of the cup.
If intuition was a person, she would look like me. Or like you. She wouldn't tell us anything, she would ask us questions.
This blog post was inspired by Project Domino's Trust30 Writing Challenge and the combined wisdom of Ralph Waldo Emerson and today's prompter, Susan Piver.
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