Adjusting Our Sails, to the Winds of Intuition

The set of our sails, not the wind alone, will determine where we arrive to. We need some wind, or else a lot of rowing. We do not get to direct the sea, nor the wind--but we can harness their power. It's one thing to know the patterns and locations of the sea and air currents, but given that, we need to know how to set our sails.


Sometimes we have a bone calling in the Haversian canals of our bones, a calling from the stars, a siren song from the sea--to forsake what was planned for us, what others think we should do, what we think we should do, what is the usual thing to do--and, instead, we set sail for the "more" of us, for our future selves, whom knows what we don't know, yet, but will reveal--dare we lose sight of the shore. If we leave the door in our heart open just a crack, allow just a hint of curiosity--it will come courting. We call it Intuition.



Lord George Gordon Byron


Childe Harold's Pilgrimage


“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,


There is a rapture on the lonely shore,


There is society, where none intrudes,


By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:


I love not Man the less, but Nature more,


From these our interviews, in which I steal


From all I may be, or have been before,


To mingle with the Universe, and feel


What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”