The Storm was harsh last night, so harsh that I thought it would rip the solar panel off our roof, along with the metal securing it all to our van leaving behind enormous gulches. But then I realized I merely hinted at thinking it, at the same time feeling this intense significance of having stopped the thought in its tracks when intuition sang its loudest tune of utter silence and serenity: Nothing out of place here.
The mind came back instantly integrating intuition's take: "Maybe it's an offer then, an offer to fall back into old notions of preplanning and preparing for the incalculable, trying our best to factor in all the facets in and out of the physical realm and why things ever happen at all."
Intuition just kept humming its serene one-note tune. Nohing out of place here. And the mind subsided. Then came the clarity.
Clarity said proclaimed: "You want to trust this situation and not take the offer of fear. There is nothing to be done before the actual fact but to trust the moment, especially when intuition hums so serene and calmly."
And so it was. After staying awake for hours to prepare for the potential I finally fell asleep and even noticed I am doing so. It's a step. Let myself go in quiet and trust. Awoke hours later in bright sunlight from the side door window, not by the torn open roof, because everything was in its place. Of course.
Then a rumble on the roof, a brittle scratching sound of items moving on the metal surface.
I got out of the van with a keen sense of anticipation, not even minding if it turned out the solar panel had been carried away by the gushes in my deep sleep. I went and saw: Here it all is, of course. Panel perfect. Metal mounting: perfect. Serene hum still doing its thing.
Instead I found ice. Fist-sized shards of ice in the shape of the van roof, being melted by the sun on the metal and moved about by the wind.
Took a large chunk down, went back into the van and presented it to my woman. I never saw her so surprised, she looked like an entirely different human being, somewhere from 4 centuries ago, a town's lady presented with a post-2000 technology magic trick of a phone playing polyphonic metal sounds.
She looked at it for a second with qustion marks, then got it, and laughed. So did I.
Another one of those instances where trusting that serene silence of intuition inside has not only trumped all the attempts of the mind to safeguard against potential damages that never happened, but where trusting intuition has illuminated further the way I am walking in life. I better learn to fully trust it now. Later offers might be less forgiving. A real connected way of life. Against the odds of the mind but in utter safety of the inner compass, akin to an oracle of all aspects surrounding us in the physical and metaphysical realm.
I am not quite there yet but can already see the prospect: If that serene hum inside ever starts screaming, I have all the more reason to make a change and do so vehemently, without any hesitation.
Great post!
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