Intuition is the whisper of the soul

Jiddu Krishnamurti

I was supposed to have a surgery today – nothing serious – but that has to be addressed eventually.

In a couple of hours I would be in an operation room, having a general anesthesia and only God knows what would have happened… I don’t, we don’t. I wasn’t congruent with any of this and even though have done researches, talked to the doctor multiple times and trust him and all, something was telling me to call it off.

I was brooding over this for a few days, until I decided it should be canceled.

I remember last year I had a plane to catch and canceled it 12 hours before the trip.

…Intuition is knowing without knowing…

I buy stocks in the financial market following my intuition.

It guides me, I trust it with my life. I suppose I will never know what would have happened if this, or that, but I am congruent with the way things are.

How about you, how much do you trust and follow your intuition?

Interesting thing, I woke up this morning with a song in my head and started singing as I first opened my eyes, decided to look it up the words, it was a Oswaldo Montenegro – a Brazilian singer – the guy with the long hair – and for my surprise – the song is called “Intuição” – which in English means Intuition…

a link below just in case you want to expand your cultural skills https://youtu.be/LiW2FFzYvwE

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Isaiah 41:10

I am the first sunlight in the horizon

I am the breeze that touches a rose’s petal

I am the ocean waves not sure if should go or come back

I am the autumn leaves wandering after an accomplished mission

I am the mystery life in other planets

I am an eagle hatching, the first heart bit in a mother’s womb

I am the silence of the grief

I am the wings of a hummingbird and the honey that makes it still

I am the feeling at the mountain peak

I am the infinity of the galaxies

I am the warmth of a sun kiss

I am the blossom of an early Spring

I am the rain, washing it all out

I am the sunset, bringing closure

I am the last breath of a faithful soul

I am the caterpillar’s hardest fight and its death

I am the awakening of a blue butterfly

I am as light as a feather descending, as strong as the thunder, as pure as a baby smile, as fragile as a dandelion in the wind, as delicate as an eyelash.

I am it all and I am nothing.

I am fire that burns, a bright star, a snowflake, a drop of salt water in the ocean.

I am an instrument, a small being, made human, ready to serve and to be, in its full potential.

I am the bridge that connects,

I am daughter of God.

Sheyla Zito, Monday Morning, 14SEP20 – Grandma’s birthday