Recovering Intuition

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I’ve spent a lot of years discounting the whole idea of intuition. And now that I want to lean in and really cultivate it, I worry that it’s too late.

I know when I speak aloud in my kitchen,

listing ingredients as I cook or

asking myself where is the good strainer

(the one with the long black handle) --

I know that voice is real and

the words have lives even as they

dance in the whorls of just my two ears.

What I don't yet know:

The voice that speaks to the dark spaces of my body,

the quiet whisperings that arise

directly from the circulatory system of the soil --

How long will this voice continue to speak,

while I remember how to listen?

Is it speaking now,

patient, steady, waiting?

Or have I waited too long and

will tune in to swirling silence?