“Even on gray mornings, intuition paints the day with hidden colors.”
Outside, it is a gray, chilly morning—the first fall-like day of this September. The forecasters whisper of scattered frost tonight, and with that, the season begins to turn its page. Instead of wandering through the garden, coffee mug in hand, I linger by the window, cradling its warmth, and let my thoughts meander into the day ahead with all of its hidden potential.
In the Northwoods, this is the time of year when big pots of mums appear on porches and by doorsteps, their vibrant blooms burning like embers against the cooling air. They are more than decoration—they are a welcome, an invitation, a declaration of resilience and beauty. These bursts of red and gold remind me that life insists on color even as the world edges toward dormancy.
I recall the words: “My eagerness to discover colors all areas of my life. I meet others, go places, and take part in the world fully and enthusiastically. I am a divine being eager to live my life to its fullest.” Such a reminder feels especially potent on a gray morning. It is not the weather that colors the day, but the lens through which I choose to see it.
And then comes intuition, whispering softly in the quiet: “All thoughts, invisible though they may be, are something to pay attention to. But intuition is much more than a thought about something, it is almost as if one is receiving a gentle prod to behave in a certain way or to avoid something that might be dangerous or unhealthy. Although inexplicable, our intuition is truly a factor of our lives.” ~Dr. Wayne Dyer.
I know this to be true. Every time I have ignored such prods, regret has followed. Intuition speaks in subtleties, in a feeling, in a nudge, in a knowing that defies reason. This morning, as I sip coffee and gaze upon the vibrant mums of a sunnier day’s photograph, I remind myself: wisdom is not only found in books, nor only in words, but in listening with the whole being.
So I watch. I wait. I listen. Not only with my ears, but with my heart and spirit. The gray day softens around me, and within that softness is possibility.
And with that, this wonderful day begins.
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"When we honor intuition, we walk in step with the hidden beauty of life.”
~Wylddane
Outside, it is a gray, chilly morning—the first fall-like day of this September. The forecasters whisper of scattered frost tonight, and with that, the season begins to turn its page. Instead of wandering through the garden, coffee mug in hand, I linger by the window, cradling its warmth, and let my thoughts meander into the day ahead with all of its hidden potential.
In the Northwoods, this is the time of year when big pots of mums appear on porches and by doorsteps, their vibrant blooms burning like embers against the cooling air. They are more than decoration—they are a welcome, an invitation, a declaration of resilience and beauty. These bursts of red and gold remind me that life insists on color even as the world edges toward dormancy.
I recall the words: “My eagerness to discover colors all areas of my life. I meet others, go places, and take part in the world fully and enthusiastically. I am a divine being eager to live my life to its fullest.” Such a reminder feels especially potent on a gray morning. It is not the weather that colors the day, but the lens through which I choose to see it.
And then comes intuition, whispering softly in the quiet: “All thoughts, invisible though they may be, are something to pay attention to. But intuition is much more than a thought about something, it is almost as if one is receiving a gentle prod to behave in a certain way or to avoid something that might be dangerous or unhealthy. Although inexplicable, our intuition is truly a factor of our lives.” ~Dr. Wayne Dyer.
I know this to be true. Every time I have ignored such prods, regret has followed. Intuition speaks in subtleties, in a feeling, in a nudge, in a knowing that defies reason. This morning, as I sip coffee and gaze upon the vibrant mums of a sunnier day’s photograph, I remind myself: wisdom is not only found in books, nor only in words, but in listening with the whole being.
So I watch. I wait. I listen. Not only with my ears, but with my heart and spirit. The gray day softens around me, and within that softness is possibility.
And with that, this wonderful day begins.
* * * * * * * * * *
"When we honor intuition, we walk in step with the hidden beauty of life.”
~Wylddane
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