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?
My intuition would be a tall woman with strands of hair like the sun's flames burning in all directions. She would be calm but full of life and fire. Her gaze would be steady and penetrating and there would be the hint of a maybe smile about her lips. She is thin and draped in soft material.
She would say 'Feel me in every pore of your body. Feel me from the inside out. Trust me so that we are one movement of life and I can guarantee you that you will only live in your highest honour.'