A new word to me, intuit means: to understand or work out by instinct. I think that may be an overall theme of my whole life as I rarely use other means of figuring out my days as a mom or as an artist.
I'm sure most of us do use our instinct often but it is just not articulated when we do.
August was full and the fall is shaping up to be busy. Despite my resistance to a fast paced life it seems that with a family of four people making their best possible life it's just inevitable. As the family manager so to speak I hover about co-ordinating schedules and making timetables, yesterday it left my head spinning.
But as Dave is trying to keep his fitness up he suggested an after dinner walk. I was resistant at first because it's a bath night, we need to get the boys back on school bedtime routine, etc, etc, but instinct took over and told me that I needed that walk. The rain drenched paths, leaves strewn about by a weekend wind storm (fallen trees from that wind storm even) all of this would calm my mind and be good for us all. It was more than pleasant, it was healing.
So bedtime was a bit late, but we'll get back onto the routine eventually. And the future renovations to our home, soccer schedules, work trips, art show exhibitions to apply for, community plays to rehearse, all of it will fall into place or not. Our health, our well-being and connection to nature, must have priority over all of the minutia that fills or days. Our instinct tells us so.
