Intuition by Susan Piver
The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you could picture your intuition as a person, what would he or she look like? If you sat down together for dinner, what is the first thing he or she would tell you?
The room quiet but the noises in my soul loud. A quiet dinner with candles flickering while the shy intuition flitters around my vision. She has a pained look when she glances at me, her soul a cobweb of unheard pleas and warning. We stare at each other, neither willing to say what is on our mind. She, waiting for an inkling of acceptance from me, ready to overwhelm me with her thoughts and opinion, yet we sit across each other, as if in a staring contest while pride and ego have me as their steady customer.
The three things that keep me away from writing are laziness, lack of structure and really not knowing where to begin and so I have many false starts but no complete stories which leads me to wonder if I am capable of writing stories. I have visions of stories and half started conversations but nothing complete, my stories as incomplete as my life it seems like.
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