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Being Held

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“I’m not holding on” said a voice in my head.

The thought floated up like a gauzy smoke from the Caterpiller’s hookah in Alice in Wonderland.

I was sitting in silent meditation along with 349 other people on a five-day silent retreat last December.

No sooner did that declarative thought arise; another quickly followed.

“I’m not letting go.”

Ah, now this was curious, as both statements felt utterly true.

I noticed that these two seemingly opposite truths were what in Zen Buddhism is called  a “koan.”



  1. “a paradoxical anecdote or riddle, used in Zen Buddhism to demonstrate the inadequacy of logical reasoning and to provoke enlightenment.”

I sat with the relative truth of both and peered into the space in-between and this is what emerged:

“I am being held.”


Being held.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh. The awe of it.

At the end of the meditation period, I recalled a poem I read many years ago that captured this same truth. I looked it up when I returned home from retreat.  It did indeed speak of this same experience of being held and charmingly was written by another Mary.

Footprints In the Sand

One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was walking along the beach with my Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
One belonging to me and one to my Lord.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.

This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You’d walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me.”

He whispered, “My precious child, I love you and will never leave you,
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.”

-Mary Stevenson.

Amidst intense chaos, change and conflict at present, I am heartened by the fact that I can seemingly hold on one moment and let go in the next. And when I get quiet, still and clear, “held-ness” was there all along.

Namaste my friends,



Putting The Blocks Behind You

"Do the difficult things while they are easy and
do the great things while they are small.
A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step."
-Lao Tzu
Dear Friends,

How many times have you heard yourself say “There are so many blocks in my way,” – “I’m blocked and I can’t figure out a way to move forward.” Or “I am stuck. The blocks are just too big – I can’t move them.”


I can safely say I am in the 1,000,000 times camp! There have been so many times during my life that I have felt incredibly stuck. I have been challenged time and again by circumstances and obstacles that seemingly blocked the path.

Until they didn’t.

Until I truly was able to SEE the BLOCKS in an entirely new way.

The power of language and the energy of words literally “stops us in our tracks” everyday as the mind gets stuck in only one way of seeing something. In my work as an intuitive coach and consultant, finding creative solutions that “solve for X” is an essential part of my work.

I was working with a client recently and she said one of those key phrases above  – “the blocks are in my way.” And this image, much like the one of the runner in the BLOCKS above, appeared in my mind’s eye. “Ah ha, these are blocks too,” I thought. I was able to see clearly that the blocks she spoke of weren’t actually in front of her, barring her way. No, a much deeper, truer and freer image appeared – the blocks were behind her, giving her something to push against, readying her for take-off. 

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When I shared the image and insight with her, she started to cry. A “wait” had lifted and shifted. The power of perception and the energy of words had trapped her. The proverbial brick wall in front of her now became the very catalyst that would propel her forward. In that tilt of the kaleidoscope moment, everything changed. Everything.

What’s seemingly blocking your way? Notice what happens when you put the blocks behind you and push off. You are on your way. And LIFE, your life, is cheering you on to victory.


Quiet is the New Loud

Dear Friends,

“Quiet is the new loud.” – Patrick Stump

I came across this quote last night and no pun intended — it spoke volumes. 

What is it about stillness that can be so unsettling? Why do we find ourselves filling up at the pump of life, filling our minds, hearts and stomachs with endless thoughts and experiences, with more, more, more?

Winter is often the season, in the cycle of change, that invites us to slow down. Weather may keep us in our homes, the bare trees and still earth, the shorter days invite us inside — to rest, to sleep, perchance to dream?

Years ago, my sister Kate gave me a birthday present. The gift was a deceptively simple book called The Art of Doing Nothing: Simple Ways to Make Time for Yourself. Some 18 years later, the book is still on my bathroom counter. I have to say, I am not sure I have cracked the book open in years. In some ways, I don’t really even see it as separate from the other objects that sit on the shelf —  periodically moved for cleaning. I hadn’t really thought about it until I came across the quote last night.

Quiet is the new loud.

I am thinking about it now.

My sister Kate knew exactly what she was offering me in this deceptively simple little book. She saw in me a person who lived in the loud, who filled up time, space, body and soul with otherness — with you-ness. And the invitation was to cultivate and reserve some time for “me-ness.”

In many ways, I’ve come light years in the the me-ness department. I’ve cultivated the space to rest and restore, to play and to be quiet. I know that many of you have as well. However, the topic of “self-care” has become so ubiquitous in the media, in the culture and in our 24/7 lives that I think it has become like that book on my bathroom shelf — it’s time to dust it off.

I opened and read through the book this morning. I felt myself tense and exhale simultaneously as I read the art of creating with beauty,  with light, with joy “the something’s of nothing.” I tense because, though comfortable with the stillness, the not-doing still brings up a sense of imbalance, a loss, a disequilibrium that is unsettling. Change does that.
It is time to exhale into the stillness. To breathe into the quiet.

“Sit quietly, doing nothing,” instructs the zen master. “Spring comes and the grass grows of itself.”

Practice along with me during this season of rest and re-birth, the art of doing nothing, whether for a minute, an hour or a day. I’ve a hunch it will do us all, and the world, a great deal of good.

Here are a few simple tips to get us started.

Listen to nothing. I guarantee, you’ll hear something new.

Stretch your imagination. Notice pictures over words. They speak volumes.

Empty your stomach. Skip a meal or a snack. Emptying the stomach IS emptying and quieting the mind.

Quiet is the new loud.

I can hear it already.

Namaste my friends,

*Reprinted from Fresh Intuition Newsletter
February 2016
*It felt like a very important day to reflect on the impact of quiet, stillness and contemplation and the empowerment of actions — heartfelt and clear. 

A Path of Plenitude

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The rest of the line reads:

“A path of plenitude opening before you” or as I am reading it “A path of plenitude opening before me.”

I was at a day-long writing retreat on Saturday, January 7th with the fabulous Ali M. and one of the exercises she created was to pick a line that speaks to us from the John O’Donohue poem For A New Beginning.

A path of plenitude stood out for me.

Who is this me?

I am.

Who receives this plenitude?

I am.

Who journeys on this path?

I am.

For many years, the attitude, the frustration, the fear is: I’ve experienced or journeyed on a “path of scarcity.”

Not enough.

And this time of “not enoughness” has in fact brought me the MOST life, love, and grace. It has also brought me to the edge.

Consciousness, awareness, awake-ness has brought me to the edge of plenitude. Being at home with more. Deeply experiencing fullness and yet knowing that emptiness is the same thing – the same sinewy substance as fullness.

My mind goes to what’s in between this emptiness…this fullness, and the response was ‘satisfaction.’

Feeling satisfied.

Feeling full of well-being.

Enough-ness. Not too muchness.

I’m clear that I want more in the areas of life that have felt like deprivation.

What are those?

I know it’s in the arena of actual money.

There is an in-debted-ness that comes in the form of taxes and I want – I need – to be debt-free.

I notice as I write this, there is a knowing that some part of me has made peace with the indebtedness. The fear + frustration though hang about in the air, like CO2 bombs threatening to cut off the oxygen supply – shackle me to a path of plenitude in hell.

Interesting, my friend Cynthia talked yesterday about a place between death and resurrection. There is a tomb time,  a visitation to the underworld to be with the shadows, the shades, the reconciliation.

I have spent so long pushing away,

                                                             pushing off,

                                                                                 pushing down.

Life in-between.

I talk so often about the space in-between.

What is it like to live for a time accepting and peaceful in this limbo?

I sense that the moment there is acceptance, there is no limbo-ness – no limbo-mess.

It ceases to be. Because “limbo” is a mental construct and as the mind shifts – limbo dissolves.


-Mary’s Musings

January 7th, 2017

We Are Made To Be Opened

El Corazon

I named it El Corazon.

For my birthday last month, my 21 year-old son Maxwell gave me this glorious surprise ball. He went to a beautiful shop in Berkeley called The Tail of the Yak. The shop is a favorite of my sister Lisa and when Max started at UC Berkeley this fall as a junior studying English, we all visited the shop together.

Upon opening the gift, my sister commented that it was a surprise ball and they are typically filled with little trinkets rather like a pinata. She knows the artist, Anandamayi who creates them and suggested that I may not want to open it at all. I agreed. It was so beautiful, so I put it on display in a prominent place in my home office. And though it was clearly designed as a mango complete with a leaf on top, it looked to me like a heart, hence El Corazon. And there I thought it would stay.

A few weeks passed and I was preparing to facilitate a meeting on the topic of the power of receiving. The brilliant Amanda Owen had been the guest author at a women’s luncheon I sponsored last September and I was invited to present some thoughts on receiving at our December meeting for the Natural Healers, a networking group where I have been a member for the past four years.

Intuitive Flash

As I was in the bathroom getting ready that morning, I had a flash of insight. As an intuitive coach and consultant, I have often shared that some of my clearest insights and profound images happen while I am brushing my teeth, or washing my face or putting on make-up. While the cognitive mind is pre-occupied, the intuitive mind is free to play.

Zing. Ping. Flash.

The image of El Corazon, the mango surprise ball, flashed in my mind with the phrase “we are made to be opened.”

I was moved. I was clear. We are the surprise balls and we are designed to be opened and  share our humble trinkets with the world. I knew then that I would open El Corazon on new year’s eve as my year-end/year-beginning ritual.

And that’s what I did.

Story Spinning

I am a master at seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary, an alchemist who can turn base metals into gold. In my work as a facilitator and teacher, I often say “I am the Rumpelstiltskin of Life Coaching – I can spin shit into gold.” And the truth is, I can. I use “shit” here, (my favorite swear word) instead of straw as the fairy tale goes, because often, shit is what we feel and see when the road gets rough and tumble. The truth is though, we get tunnel vision when things get tough and our peripheral vision narrows, almost to the point of blindness.

Through the symbolic, the ordinary day to day images, words, ideas and synchronicity, there is gold, upon gold, upon gold along that rough road. If we can see it. If we can see past our ideas of perfection and order and the outside looking complete…just like the surprise ball.

So, I knew that when I opened up my heart last night, when I opened up El Corazon, it would speak to me in my native tongue – intuition – fresh and new intuition. And I pleased to tell you, there was a magical message in there.

Setting the Stage

Important background information before we open up El Corazon.

My husband Drew and I have been through the financial wringer the past six years. I won’t tell that story today. I will leave that to another day. Another post. Suffice it to say that the collapse of our financial house became the very foundation for the birth of my business. Life literally took all my money away to shake me awake.

It did. And I am.

We are coming into what feels like the auspicious YEAR SEVEN of financial austerity. And I am done with it. My husband is done with it. We are ready to thrive. Note to self: we are thriving.

Boom. (I am feeling feisty and it feels good.)

Ok. To the background information. This past year ELEPHANTS have continued to be a symbol that has shown up again and again for both Drew and I. Just in this past month alone, I received fabulous elephant pj’s from my friend and coaching partner Keisha, Drew wanted and won the very clever “white elephant” nightlight in our family Christmas exchange last week and my sister Martha gave me a blue elephant-angel Christmas ornament. It was truly beginning to be uncanny. Really, I didn’t even tell you the half of it. So many elephants trumpeted into our lives this past year.

So, I said to Drew on Monday night this week, “I think the Elephant is to be our prosperity and abundance totem for 2015.” Remember, I have shared with you that I am the Queen of the Symbols and they often inspire me to action where other efforts fail. He agreed and I read out a few of the qualities and attributes of the elephant, i.e.commitment, strength and wisdom, ability to remove obstacles and barriers and in the Hindu culture, in the form of Ganesh, the god of luck, fortune and blessing on all new projects.

Brilliant. Inspiring. Motivating.

So, I take you now to last night at 11:11. Yes, that turns out to be the exact time on the clock when I happen to sit down with Drew to open up “my heart” to this new year.

As I pulled that first piece of colored crepe paper, Drew said to me, confident and clear, “there’s an elephant in there.” Note to self: Intuition runs in the family.

Opening - New Beginnings

Opening – New Beginnings

I will not keep you in suspense because no sooner did he say that then I came upon the first object in the surprise ball, a pack of Smarties. Ok, I will keep you in a wee bit of suspense.  I will admit, I was feeling a little uncertain of my decision to break-open this beautiful piece of artwork when the first gift was a cheap penny candy prize. Or it was life’s humorous little joke on me.

The elephant revealed itself in the very next layer, sitting aloft a field of green.

I liked the symbolism. I liked it a lot.

Elephant Magic

Elephant Magic

Turns out he was an “Ikea model.” It feels like Humpty-Dumpty in reverse as we took all the little pieces and put him together.

I liked it. I liked it a lot.

Ready to Go 2015

Ready to Go 2015

Each layer revealed a new item, the hummingbird sticker, the single-wrapped Swedish fish, the plastic white hen and star-stamped top. The final gift at the center of the mango was a tin of Fairy Rose mints.

Fairy Fresh

And one final shot of all the treasures inside:

Surprises inside

Surprises Inside

Surprises Inside

I will leave you with two additional pieces of the story that feel equal parts magical and poignant.

Max arrived home this morning and I shared with him my decision to open his gift along with the insight that we humans were designed to be opened. I then told him about his dad’s prediction that there was an elephant in there. He was genuinely giddy with excitement and  so pleased to have been the one to have bestowed this gift upon me, indeed upon our whole family.

He shared that when he was in the shop on the day of my birthday, he was drawn to the mango. The saleswoman explained what they were and he was enchanted. It however was an investment for something so simple. I asked how much he had paid and he said $40. I felt my eyes well with tears that this young man, on a budget, would buy me something so frivolous and fun and play-full for my birthday. My very practical self was glad I didn’t know what he paid for it BEFORE I broke it open or I may have been tempted to leave it intact.

And I would have missed the call to open. I would have missed the message. I would have missed the gift.

And I wouldn’t have liked that. I wouldn’t have liked that one bit.

Final piece of the story. As I finished writing about the elephant symbolism and Lord Ganesh, I wrote “as I opened up my heart to this new year.” I realized that even though I have referred to the surprise ball as El Corazon – My Heart, it is actually a mango. So, I was curious to know the symbolic meaning of the mango. So I googled. And here is what I found.

“Mango: Food of the Gods! It is symbolic of love and fertility for Hindus, and is seen as a symbol of attainment when being held by Lord Ganesh.”


And I liked it. I liked it a lot.

All the brilliant layers - One surprise at a time

All the brilliant layers – One surprise at a time

So, I invite you on this first day, of this new year, to recognize that you too are “made to be opened” – all of you. And those glorious colored layers inside you, each vulnerable and precious prize, is there when you are ready to open your heart.

Your El Corazon.

I like that. I like that a lot.

The Daily Dose

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Consciousness…simple C.




Have you had your C today?

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Watery Truth

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The great silence is calling you.

What is it saying?

“Sweet Pea,” the silence said, “can you hear me?”

AnXiety Marks The Spot


AnXiety Marks The Spot

Over the years, my mother would tell me this story about when Mary Lost Her Merry. Forget the lamb, losing Merry was far more significant. The story goes that my mother observed that my birth to three year old self (it was somewhere between two and three – I just like imagining that I was “Mary” a bit longer) what my mother describes as a whimsical, carefree, merry little child with a bubbly laugh disappeared and was replace by this quiet, nervous, dare I say it, anxious child. Susan Cain’s book Quiet has some powerful insights on this phenomenon.

As I grew-up, I would say that it wasn’t until the 7th or 8th grade before I seemingly “found my Mary.” The truth was, I found an acceptable adaptation of her, a person that appeared calm, cool and collected aka (medium and in-charge) on the outside while subsequently living with incredible anxiety and fear on the inside. I wore it well until the age of 39 when LIFE as I had come to know it fell apart from the inside out and for five years I was sick and tired – literally. It all started with some numbness in my right leg which in looking back became the catalyst for looking at the numbness in so many other parts of my life.

This marked five long years of being stuck in the belief that there was SOMETHING wrong with my physical body. The evidence was so clear that my body was falling apart and I had enough symptoms to float a boat – and no diagnosis. Fast-forward to 2005 and the last trip to the hospital, the final neurologist of the FIVE I had consulted over as many years.  This kind, compassionate and wise doctor-man said this of my own personal ODD-YSSEY (emphasis on the ODD), “you are such a rare case, Mary. Many others that I have seen with your story either oftentimes end up with un-necessary surgeries on the back, lumbar and neck in an futile attempt to “fix” something or on numerous medications for anxiety, depression, pain, and a host of other reasons. You are unusual in that over these five years, you have managed to navigate this illness and stay centered.”

Indeed, that had been the case. I still to this day can’t tell you why I hadn’t gone down the surgery or medication route, I just feel grateful and blessed that I didn’t. That kind neurologist also said, “there is a name for this, for what is happening to your body, that Western medicine can’t identify – yet. I recommend you seek out the support of a compassionate therapist to help you navigate and make sense of the symptoms and give you some additional tools to handle this.” Indeed, it was time to dig. Because, you see, X had been marking the spot for years and I just hadn’t seen it that way. As many of you know, I did go on to see that compassionate therapist, in the person of Catherine Crawford, who is an intuitive, wise counselor who uses equal measures of art, creativity, intuition and kindness to gently unearth the treasure that is buried deep inside us. I started seeing Catherine in the fall of 2005. Ah, the fall. And it was six months, almost to the day, that I experienced my spring awakening. Yes, March of 2006, after a myriad of deep digging exercises, exploration and navigating my inner landscapes, the sleeping giant – the indomitable spirit awoke…and with it – ME. Someday I will share with you, on one of the new Fresh Intuition Fridays, what I call The Anatomy of a Spiritual Awakening. Because, let’s not kid ourselves, there is a whole lotta physical mixed in with the spiritual and there are many people in the world going through this same re-connection. I meet them everyday in my work.

My work. Yes. The gift of awakening. The X marks the spot has now become my work. Literally, my LIFE IS MY BUSINESS and I am profoundly aware now of the treasure that awaits exactly where we stumble. And I want you to know it too. I want you to acknowledge all the places and times where anxiety and fear have stopped you in your tracks.

Pause a moment and look down. We have a tendency to think look down at this external spot where change resides – a change we seemingly can’t reach. Notice “all the downs” between your eyes and feet where X may mark the spot.

Look down to your throat – in your ability to communicate with truth and clarity. Look at your chest – where your big, beautiful vulnerable heart resides. Is the treasure buried there? Look down at your gut (I know it’s getting bigger) – it’s because there is treasure stored in there – creativity, empowerment, self-esteem and self-worth. Get out your shovel and start digging. And just like that wise, compassionate, doctor-man suggested to me, hire a guide, find a compassionate witness and invest in new tools to dig underneath the anxiety and fear to get your spirit back.

Because, another name for that spirit, for that deep connection to self is intuition. Yes, in looking back at that story my mother told about losing my Mary, she was right. My own clarity, my own connection to intuition and spirit began to fade at that young age as I began to absorb the feelings, the pain and concerns of the world which transformed into anxiety. Over the years, my own intuition was replaced in equal measures with anxiety as a regular part of my daily diet. And it impacted my choices, my freedom, my ability to feel, to risk, to… as Brene Brown says …to dare greatly.

Well, I am hear to say…and here to say, that anxiety indeed marked the spot and though it was a long and challenging journey, the treasure that is my life and the access to wisdom and grace through the re-connection with the intuitive way has restored my health, my balance and my life’s purpose.

Is anXiety marking the spot in your life? Start X.


You Whelm It Well

I know that many of us feel at times overwhelmed with all there is to do – all the ways we are asked to show up.

As my intuitive coaching practice has taken off this year, I have so many clients who consult with me because they are seeking a clarity on their life path and feel overwhelmed with the hectic 24/7 pace in their lives.  After several clients reported this same sense of overwhelm, I found myself curious as to the meaning of whelm.  If we are ‘over’ something, then where is the balance?

So, I went to my favorite source – the dictionary – to find the meaning of whelm.

Whelm: a verb; to engulf or submerge.

Well, the meaning and energy of whelm inspired me to give what I called practicing whelm as an exercise for my clients. One client described her sense of overwhelm as the desire to just drive off the highway and keep going. Another, the inability to let herself create art until all the tasks on the proverbial to-do list were done, which of course they never were and a third who is such a pillar of strength for others that she was literally not able to stand on her own as her health had declined.

In each instance, I suggested an activity or exercise that gave them the opportunity to submerge for a time, to go off road, to take the art break, to let go of a task or an event at work, and just dive underneath the surface of their life’s for five minutes… 10 minutes… 30 minutes and practice whelm without the wait. You see, when we put off balancing our hectic outer lives with our quiet inner life, then the weight of whelm takes over.Women in particular as the nurturer/caretaker often use these descriptors of their emotional landscape – “I feel trapped in a box with no way out,” “I’m drowning,” “I feel weighed down by my life,” or “I’m suffocating.” If you hear yourself say these words this month, take note. Listen to that small, still voice asking to practice whelm. Listen to that voice asking to submerge and sit in the silence for a few moments.

Stretch the body, have a bite to eat, close your eyes and rest. And you will discover this: when you whelm it well – here’s the paradox:

You’ll know when it is time to come back up to the surface and breathe. Practice whelm. It does a mind, heart and soul good!




Sense and Synchronicity – Part V – Intuition or Anxiety: The Facts About Fear



Tracking Intuition Tip #5 

Anxiety and fear often masquerade as intuition. Serve yourself a plate of each and you’ll know the difference.

As the founder and co-facilitator of a very dynamic intuitive development program The Intuitive Gym, Keisha Gallegos and I have found that anxiety and fear often masquerade as intuition. Even as I write these words, it takes me back to my childhood and to a time when I felt a great deal of anxiety and fear. Only now I realize, through the lens of the observer, that so much of the anxiety I felt as a child was due, in large part, to not understanding my intuition.  Now as I work with people to help them understand their intuition, anxiety often plays a starring role and intuition is cast as a  bit player. Time to reverse those roles and change-up the casting.  If anxiety has a starring role in your life today, if it has unconsciously become your comfort zone, here are a few tips to track back to your intuition through the noise of anxiety and chaos of fear.

Exercising Your Intuitive Sense

In the Intuitive Gym and with my private clients, the one observation I hear time and time again is “how do I tell the difference between my anxiety and my intuition.”  This is such a challenge for so many clients. When the line between your anxious sense and your intuitive sense is so blurred it can be almost impossible to trust your intuition. There are several tips we use in the Gym. One very simple one is that intuition doesn’t have what we call “a thought trail.” This is often how anxiety steps into the spotlight and we worry that something bad is about to happen and then we begin to make association connections of thought that we mistake as intuition. With an intuitive experience, there is no preceding thought that links to the next or the next and it doesn’t bring that sense of worry or dread. There is no trail. It arrives with a clear-knowing or feeling or image. We may have thoughts or emotions that surface after the intuitive hit but not simultaneously like anxiety or fear.

So here is a taste of how you can track your intuition vs. your anxiety. Let’s take them out of the realm of theory and put them on a plate where you can literally feel, touch, hear, know and see them for yourself. This is one of the many creative exercises Keisha and I use in the Intuitive Gym to assist members in developing a powerful and personal relationship with this invaluable resource.

Fear on a Plate

Close your eyes and imagine that you are in a five-star restaurant. You are seated at a table with a beautiful white linen tablecloth.  The chef has prepared three dishes especially for you. Each one comes out to the table covered with a metal cloche so you are not yet able to see what the dishes look like – not just yet.  Each dish is labeled. Let’s begin with the dish on the far left of the table. On the outside of the metal cover is the word FEAR.

Ok, here we go. Notice what you are feeling first as you anticipate getting a dish of fear without being able to see it. Notice how your stomach feels, now your chest. What is happening in your shoulders? Now, notice what your mouth feels like as you anticipate tasting fear. Imagine what you think this dish of fear will taste like? And now, notice how your head feels? What adjectives would you use to describe how your are feeling as your anticipate seeing this dish of fear prepared especially for you?  Ok, now BEFORE the waiter lifts up the dome and reveals the dish, notice if fear has a scent, any distinct odor. Smoky, charred, acrid, bitter, sweet?  And does this dish have a sound? Now, the waiter lifts up the dish and reveals what fear looks like. Trust the first impression that came to mind when you ‘saw’ the plate? What is there? Notice all the details on the dish. There might be something on the plate that makes no “sense” to your logical mind. Great, because we aren’t asking that mind what it thinks. We are very curious to know what the sensory mind, the intuitive mind is experiencing without judgement or censorship. If you are willing, you can touch and even taste what is on the plate. Notice your observations about what you are experiencing as oppose to what you are thinking because if you observe closely – they are happening at the same time.

If what was on the FEAR plate left not only a bad taste in your mouth but in your body, shake it off. Yes, you heard me. Shake. Shake your booty. Shake your body and all your parts. Hands, legs, hips and head, shoulders, knees and toes. There is some fantastic research about the value of shaking trauma right out of the body. Do it now. And then get ready for your next dish which is a plate of anxiety.

Anxiety on a Plate

Just as before, the dish is covered.  Notice how your body feels as you anticipate a dish of anxiety prepared especially for you. Notice how your stomach feels, now your chest. What is happening in your shoulders? Now, notice what your mouth feels like as you anticipate tasting anxiety. Imagine what you think this dish of anxiety will taste like? And now, notice how your head feels? What adjectives would you use to describe how your are feeling as your anticipate seeing this dish of anxiety prepared especially for you?  Ok, now BEFORE the waiter lifts up the dome and reveals the dish, notice if anxiety has a scent or any distinct odor. Is it smoky, charred, acrid, bitter, sweet?  And does this dish have a sound? Notice all the subtle details. Now, the waiter lifts up the dish and reveals what anxiety looks like. Trust the first impression that came to mind when you ‘saw’ the plate? What is there? Notice all the details on the dish. There might be something on the plate that makes no “sense” to your logical mind.  If you are willing, you can even touch or taste what is on the plate. Now, shake, rinse and repeat. This time, the waiter is presenting your last dish and it is a plate of intuition.

Intuition on a Plate

Just as before, the dish is covered.  Notice how your body feels as you anticipate a dish of intuition prepared especially for you. Notice how your stomach feels, now your chest. What is happening in your shoulders? Now, notice what your mouth feels like as you anticipate tasting intuition. Imagine what you think this dish of intuition will taste like? And now, notice how your head feels? What adjectives would you use to describe how your are feeling as your anticipate seeing this dish of intuition prepared especially for you?  Ok, now BEFORE the waiter lifts up the dome and reveals the dish, notice if intuition has a scent or any distinct odor. Is it smoky, charred, acrid, bitter, sweet?  And does this dish have a sound? Notice all the subtle details. Now, the waiter lifts up the dish and reveals what intuition looks like. Trust the first impression that came to mind when you ‘saw’ the plate? What is there? Notice all the details on the dish. Unlike the previous two dishes, most people find that there is no need to ‘shake off’ the feeling of intuition. It is generally sensed as something clear, calm, neutral and doesn’t leave a “bad taste in your mouth.”  Was the same true for anxiety? Or for fear?

Write down your impressions and experiences with this exercise. If you are like the members in the Intuitive Gym, you will find that this was informational and inspirational for distinguishing fear from anxiety from intuition and you will now have more information and insight as you learn to discern what life is serving you on that proverbial plate. And the symbolic information and impressions during the exercise, well, it isn’t chopped liver. You will find that there are gems of pearl-like wisdom in each image and smell and sensation. Write them down…you’ll be glad you did the next time you find yourself torn between your anxiety and your intuition.

 Freeing the Senses

As we bring a sense (or five of them) of wonder and curiosity and neutrality to our thoughts, we can develop new muscles of awareness which in turn leads to a greater sense of peace and freedom.

Authors note:  The exercise is intended to be a guided imagery exercise. Therefore, if you want to fully experience the exercise, have a friend walk you through it. Really, you will be surprised by the impact of the experience. Or better yet, consider joining The Intuitive Gym. Working out your intuition will change the way you see yourself. And when how you see yourself changes for the better, so does everything else.

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