Intuition

Musings......by the shoreline, feeling the lap of the foam bobbing waves....listening to the gulls call to each other while flying overhead and walking the hot, grit of the sand...musings....

Intuition: (noun)

-in-tu-'i-shen

1. quick and ready insight.

2. a. immediate apprehension orcognition. b. knowledge or conviction gained by intuition. c. the power or faculty of attaining to direct knowledge or cognition without evident rational thought and inference.

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A new month of creative projects to look forward to. Yet, I can already feel a difference, perhaps a settling of sorts, into the deeper aspects of what it means to be creative, what it means to go with the flow of the river's current. What does it mean to me to just be and move with what my heart and mind guide me to do when it comes to creativity? I look out the window, see the sun shining and feel the warmth of the sun's rays, hear my toddler tearing about his toy cart (this too shall pass), and know that I have to focus, if only for a couple of hours to be creative. My endeavors with creativity this week is to write, to get caught up with my writing, reading and researching. My gardening aspects? I can move out into the natural world this evening, after dinner. I promised my toddler that we would go outside and water plants and flowers tonight after dinner; teaching him the aspects of conserving water by caring for the plants in the morning and evening hours. I can feel myself re-connect with nature by taking time to water, weed, and monitor the growth of what we are anticipating to eat this season to come.

Musings....of days gone by, of days lived with each moment, and of days to come....intuition.

Musings

Idyll


-'i-dil noun


1. a simple descriptive work in poetry or prose that deals with rustic life or pastoral scenes or suggests a mood of peace and contentment.


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Musings of a quieter time, in touch with the earth and the lush feeling of being alive. Moments in the garden, listening to the bees buzz, a little one exploring his environment and finding the mutual joy of Nature's gifts....

Do I live a rustic life, even in the midst of suburban/urban life? Perhaps I do, even on those days when I don't give it a thought. Yet, with the birds flocking to the small piece of land we manage, upkeep, survey, and love, I know I am truly in the midst of what is pure idyll. Go to the end of the street, and you will find yourself in the "urban-ness" of business and convenient commodity. Yet, sit on the back porch swing, take a deep breath and let the cool breeze push its way around the yard, listen to the birds sing their individual songs, and just breathe. I am an urban/suburban Vermonter, living the moments of idyll in the midst of progress....

~Pearl