Monday, April 3, 2017

Here's to raising the glass

My partner and I almost always have a date on any given Friday night and as the evening flows along to that inaugural refreshment, no matter what it may be, we sip not until we toast it between us with “Cheers” as we look intentionally into each other’s eyes and not upon the cup or glass—to meet just there in the now—in that moment—greeting each other’s most grateful company. Sappy? Perhaps.

But that eyeful ritual matters to both of us. It squares us up to purposeful acknowledgement in our presence of each of us, together.

I’m doing what my intuition tells me is right. I’m pretty sure this “G-force” in my life would agree that’s he doing the same.

I doubt either of us ever will go back to the old way of looking at the glass first.

Onward to other thoughts.

“When you don't know what to do, get still. Get very still until you do know what to do.” 

Oprah Winfrey offered this advice to graduates at Stanford University in California during her commencement address there in 2008.

She was right as rain.

If you are quiet long enough to listen to your intuition, and heed its advice, you will follow truth. I know it.  I know it for sure. 

Paying attention to intuition is not always easy—and often far more difficult than we imagine and takes much courage than we had planned—but I believe intuition always leads us home.

I see intuition as a magic of sorts; a realm of otherworldly wonders labeled as gut feelings, conscience.

Trust it, because some things are true whether you believe them or not.
Believe me, I still have much to learn about trusting my own gut and listening to it when it whispers to me in subtle and not so subtle ways in my life.

If I don’t follow intution’s lead, it just hangs around in the corners of my circus until the next best opportunity arises in which to flag me, challenge me again, and again, to heed that “feeling” of what I know is right.

I have a book that touts chocolate principles as metaphors for life.

Most mornings I have a piece of chocolate with my “Caldwell” coffee before breakfast. Chocolate rules.

“What if you could devour life with the same commitment and passion (as chocolate)?” queries the book.

Don’t go with herd. “Never assume that the herd knows where it is going; it usually doesn’t.”

Quite frankly I don’t often know what the answers are to any of the questions I’m being asked of my life—but I respect the accountability, and the older I get the more I listen to what my intuition is telling me.

Cheers, my companion.