Fortunately for you, this post is not about my digestive system…
…but is about how I followed my intuition even though it went against the grain, and things worked out for the best.
The photo above was taken at our local shops! Ten minutes walk from our house. I found it on a Melbourne newspaper’s website, the day a huge wind storm hit most of the state (Victoria, Australia), earlier this year.
I had arranged to go to my mother’s place that day. She lives in the country, about two hour’s drive from Melbourne, and I always stay the night if I visit. I usually go two nights a week, and without going into details, I feel I need to get there.
The day before, I didn’t want to go. The thought of it was draining—I felt listless at the very idea. I contemplated canceling, but I felt my mother needed me. (I might say here that my sister lives near Mum and does the lion’s share of daughterly assistance.)
A windy day
The day dawned and I still didn’t want to go. My partner Frank was suggesting I cancel. Mum had even rung the night before and said the weather forecast was really bad, with wind warnings for the country roads, so I might want to put it off, but I said “oh no, of course I’ll come!”
Frank and I started the day in our usual way, by walking down to the local shops for some latte sipping at a corner cafe. It was a little bit windy, but nothing exceptional. When we got home I rang Mum and cancelled—I knew I didn’t want to go, and I decided to respect that. It wasn’t because of the weather forecast, which I hadn’t seen myself.
Next followed several hours of wind mayhem. Frank and I cowered inside, looking out the windows in amazement. The internet was throwing up readers’ photos of fallen trees, and we discovered THREE large trees had blown over at our local shops, at about 3 pm. After things quietened down at about 6 pm, we went for a walk to the shops to check things out—here’s a photo Frank took of the scene we found:
Incidentally, here’s another photo I found on the newspaper’s website… the wind had actually brought a dust storm to Melbourne as well as lots of damage, but we didn’t get it on our side of the city. You can just make out the city buildings through the orange dust (the bathing boxes in the foreground are at Brighton Beach).
Off to Mum’s
The next day I drove up to Mum’s… quite happily, with no tug-of-war in my head. I drove up the highway, rather than the back road I usually travel on for the last 25 minutes of the journey. It turned out the back road had had quite a few trees down—to drive along it the day before would have been plain dangerous.
Here’s a photo of the back road—it’s very pretty, but not the best place to be in a windstorm (when I drove along it a week later, there were still some trees lying half on the road):
Of course if I had actually made the trip the day before, I probably would have taken the highway instead (or taken shelter), but it has trees along it, too, and the trip wouldn’t have been much fun.
It was really interesting to me that I was so willing to go to Mum’s that next day. I felt this was showing me that my reservations hadn’t been for any reasons other than that my intuition was saying DON”T GO.
I work with the idea that intuition doesn’t tell us why we want to do or not do things, it just tells us what to do. We can’t know why, we can only trust things will work out for the best if we follow it. To put it another way, it speaks to us through our guts, not our head (perhaps this post is about my digestive system after all). And we can trust that we will always go in the best direction for ourselves and everyone else if we allow ourselves to be guided by it.
The challenge, of course, is to be able to do just that.
What do you think? Have you had a situation where you followed your intuition, even though it seemed the “wrong” thing to do, and things worked out for the best? OR… have you not acted on intuitive impulses, because it was not the “right” thing to do, and later wished you had?
photos of tree on car and dust storm from The Age