I am awed, and full of gratitude. My intuition this time around has been so finely tuned that it didn’t come with a rush of energy, as perhaps it has in the past. It didn’t come with a soft rustle, like leaves trembling in the breeze. It didn’t come in the quiet discomfort that requires searching, sifting through small piles of thought and memory to discover the little pebble of insight. This time my intuition was just a thought, like any other that runs through my mind. A thought of precaution.
And I didn’t have to call it intuition. I didn’t have to stop and bow to it, sweeping my hat off my head. I just had to open my senses and move carefully. And that was all it took to move into this place of rich gratitude, of recognizing my own growth, of acknowledging to myself and the part of me that offered up that one small thought that I am listening, that I do honor what I know, that I have learned. I have learned, on this Path I am walking, and today, I am celebrating.