The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you could picture your intuition as a person, what would he or she look like? If you sat down together for dinner, what is the first thing he or she would tell you? – Susan Piver
I have actually met my intuition. Or at the least the midwife to my intuition. Her name is Sharon and she has an uncanny knack of making me say the things that are true, no matter how scary or irrational or confusing they might seem. She’s seen and felt and heard so much, it’s impossible to surprise her. No matter how crazy, everything is held.
Sharon has a mother’s body, strength in soft folds, every inch loved for its purpose and its magic. Her confident gray hair, kept long and straight, grows naturally without the overstyling of products or scissors. Her grounding eyes reflect piercing kindness and tender insight. Even before words, her presence softens my own anxiety, straightens my gaze, and grounds me into what I already know to be true.
Today she would say, “I know that you’ve read that poem by Oriah Mountain Dream, that one that says ‘What if it truly doesn’t matter what you do but how you do whatever you do?….What if the task is simply to unfold, to become who you already are in your essential nature- gentle, compassionate and capable of living fully and passionately present? …. What if the question is not why am I so infrequently the person I really want to be, but why do I so infrequently want to be the person I really am?'”
And I would say, “Sometimes I read that and think it means I should stay right where I am, that unfolding is a stationary task, a rooted flower opening to the sun. That it is my job to accept what life has delivered to me, to make do with what is rather than chasing after what could be.”
Sharon smiles, “Unfolding is also sometimes like unfurling a sail and letting it catch the breeze to see where it takes you.”
I sigh resignedly, “And I’m the only one who knows when it’s time to take root and when it’s time to sail.”
Sharon’s deep belly laugh fills the restaurant, other people turn to see what’s so great about our conversation. “Welcome to the club where we start really being who we are! I have no idea where it will take you, but get ready for a seriously fun ride. And I promise you that the company on this ride is fan-fucking-tastic.”
I’m participating in the #trust30 challenge to reflect on quotes and writing prompts from Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Self Reliance. I hope to develop more trust in my writing, more self reliance that what I write is worthwhile, even if just to me.