He listened

Of everything he said and did, this is my favorite.

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” — Steve Jobs

And I do love this from Miss Oprah: “Every argument is about this: wanting to be heard and wanting to matter.” Underneath all the anger in the world, that’s the message.


A lovely language

Heard some men at the pool today speaking Russian. Asked them a question in Russian and ended up talking with them for several minutes. Told them I’d had an opportunity when I was in Russia for the summer in 1991 to buy a train ticket for the price the Russians were paying — to and from Vladivostock from Moscow for equivalent of about $10. Was about to buy the ticket when my instincts or intuition kicked in — listened and didn’t buy the ticket. One of the men today said that it was a good thing I hadn’t gone. “You’d have been raped or killed,” he said. Wasn’t surprised to hear that. Figured my intuition had kicked in for a reason.

So great to speak and listen to Russian today. A lovely language!

An accidentfree week

No deer slams, no falls off my bike, no near hits on the highway. I’m good. All clear for a safe weekend.

I will try my best to remember, though, that intuitive hits are to be heeded.

I read Dr. Judith Orloff’s book about her own journey and recommend it.  I believe intuition is often neglected — and can attest to my own neglect of it.

Time to wake it up, maybe.

Intuition’s little warning bell

Something told me to stop at the exit — for gas, for breakfast, for a bathroom break. It was a really insistent, though quiet, voice that I ignored.

Within one minute, a deer leaped in front of my car — rather, onto the windshield, its eye looking horrified as its body smashed the window then hurtled down the left side of my car, crumpling it. Dead on impact, I’m sure.

My car, too.

As I made my way slowly to the exit, I thought, “Why didn’t I listen to that nudge? Whenever I ignore my intuition, something happens.”

It’s a question I hope never to have to ask myself again.