I had one of those weird moments yesterday. The phone rang yesterday morning - my mum and dad were ringing me on their drive down from Renmark to collect their brand new car from the dealer. They couldn’t hear me too well and weren’t speaking much. Weird...
The connection got a bit clearer and we traded small talk about the car, about the trip down, about their round trip drive and we said seeya. It was a disjointed and weird conversation - and normally we don’t do small talk, so it felt even more weird. And I still had no idea why they’d called and then not really talked to me about anything.
And then because of that weirdness, I considered getting in my car and surprising them at the dealer and going for lunch with them.
My heart said yes and my brain asked why - because I’d only just sat down to write, I had the house to myself and it was quiet, plus I was honouring my promise to myself to write. And if I was honest I was looking at what would be at least a 45 minute drive each way to where they were picking up the car.
But a tiny little white feather made me reconsider, it had popped up in my hair clips bowl that morning (how it gets from the outdoors to a tiny bowl on my bathroom window is not worth questioning) and it reminded me that there was always someone with me, someone looking over me and someone guiding me.
So I got in my car, still questioning why I was going and I drove. I hesitated and I fluffed around and then I drove. Thinking versus gut battle was going on here.
I walked into the car dealership only minutes before they would have walked out and gotten in their new car for their long drive home, It would seem my timing had been divinely guided. And yes I could have rang them but part of it was me wanting to surprise them and not get the ‘you don’t have to drive this far to see us’ spiel.
We chatted with the dealer as he handed over the keys and he expressed his surprise that they’d run into someone they knew in Adelaide (I’m guessing us hugging and laughing kind of gave us away lol) Mum explained it was me calling them that morning which had meant they’d missed his call.
Me calling them, hang on a minute - you called me. No you called us they say. The dealer is giving us that 'weird look.'
Then you start to wonder if both of them are losing their minds, old age and all. Or worse, I’m the one losing my mind, old age and all 🤣 But no someone, somehow, divine intervention perhaps had called me that morning. Hence the stilted conversation - they were waiting to find out why I’d called them, and I was waiting for the same from them. The call had come from mums phone, but they say it was ringing them with my name on it...
And yes some might choose to believe it’s the Telcos and technology and that’s fine. My dad has some extremely challenging days ahead of him and my parents live so far away, so I will take every little opportunity and divinely lead guidance that comes my way - to see them, to talk with them, to just be with them.
Yesterday after my drive and my lunch with mum and dad I came home and I blogged, and it flowed. My head no longer felt fuzzy as it had that morning, and so then I added another almost 2000 words to the first book in my trilogy series and I also just sat and listened. I listened to my intuition instead of thinking I had all of the answers or even overthinking any of it.
I run workshops on intuitive journaling and help others to listen to their soul and their body, and still I don’t always listen to myself...
So if you have a thought, if your heart tells you to do something, to go somewhere, to ring someone. Do it...your intuition is there for a purpose, it knows what you need and where you need to be.
Stop the overthinking and just sit with your heart, it knows best. And always say thank you for those little insights and those little moments of awareness. Intuition is like a muscle, the more you listen, the stronger it grows.
Yesterday I wrote...and that’s more words towards my finished fiction book for 2021, I‘m up over 12,000 words now so I’m well on my way. And once we nail this, then the non fiction book will follow.
Words on the page - following through and honouring myself and my goal. And if I blog it then I’m keeping myself accountable here too.
What do you need to do to overcome the fear and do it anyway?
What is your intuition saying that you're not hearing, or are questioning?
Keep smiling, Fi 🌻