Much appreciated!!! Your piece, and I particularly like your stream of consciousness poem, a firmly planted in the present moment sharing unfiltered raw ...Love it
I think that at least part of what we call intuition is a result of sensory messages and signals of all kinds which we register and although we may not raise them to a conscious level, we nevertheless tend to react in an intelligent way.
Yes. Exactly, Robert. Simply walking down a trail or meeting a friend involves levels of sensory information that logical, incremental thinking simply can't handle. It's strange that we forbid this type of knowing in our official ways of knowing the world.
You're really on to something here, Rob. When I think of people I love being with, it's the sense of ease that I feel in their presence; same as with all my relations in wider Nature - curiosity, a desire for their wellbeing and genuine interest in their growth.
I agree wholeheartedly...and this poem is exquisite. Thank you!
Thanks, Jill!
Driftwood howls, exactly!
You noticed that too.
Only when I read it
Thank you for writing this, Rob, and re-minding us.
Thank you for reading, Sharon.
Much appreciated!!! Your piece, and I particularly like your stream of consciousness poem, a firmly planted in the present moment sharing unfiltered raw ...Love it
I think that at least part of what we call intuition is a result of sensory messages and signals of all kinds which we register and although we may not raise them to a conscious level, we nevertheless tend to react in an intelligent way.
Yes. Exactly, Robert. Simply walking down a trail or meeting a friend involves levels of sensory information that logical, incremental thinking simply can't handle. It's strange that we forbid this type of knowing in our official ways of knowing the world.
The direct felt connection with life.
You're really on to something here, Rob. When I think of people I love being with, it's the sense of ease that I feel in their presence; same as with all my relations in wider Nature - curiosity, a desire for their wellbeing and genuine interest in their growth.
Well put, Val.
Beautiful poem Rob
Thanks, Lisa!