I don’t often pick up hitchhikers, but I did yesterday. I headed out on the road to visit my mother and meet some old friends in the city. It is a monthly occasion that allows me to do some shopping and visiting. I hadn’t gone more than a mile out of town when I picked up my rider. He was an old friend that I hadn’t seen in awhile. I didn’t recognize him at first but as we drove down the road I soon I found my self laughing and reminiscing and getting reacquainted again. I wondered why we hadn’t gotten together sooner. It’s probably my fault but he is unpredictable and often acts on the spur of the moment. We laughed some more about the adventures that we experienced together.
My friends name is Intuition. I sometimes call him Inspiration or even my inner child.
I have been reluctant to call him because I never know where I will end up the next day or week.
I have been comfortable in my routine and my relatively easy life. A lazy breakfast followed by a work out on the computer.
Checking in with friends and answering mail. Laughing at the silly Facebook posts and checking on events of the world. Later if the sun is shining, I go on a walk to the post office or walk around the state park.
My regular life has been put on hold for awhile. The further down the road I traveled with my friend the less sure I was of my direction. When I got to the junction in the road where I had to go one way or the other, my Friend had convinced me to go on a new adventure with him.
Today I am sitting in Einstein Bros. Bagels in Denver Colorado. There is nearly two feet of snow on the ground and it is still coming down. I put some new grips in my steering wheel as I maneuvered I-70 over the rockies. My knuckles are still white from gripping so tight on the steering wheel with all the ice and the snow on the road.
I felt like I was like stepping back a few months as I drove through the town of Vail Colorado. They still have Christmas lights on some of the trees and shopping plazas. As I left Eisenhower tunnel toward Denver I thought my eyes were going bad. The falling powdery snow was so subtle that the scenery looked out of focus to me. It was several miles before I noticed the snow getting larger and more intense. I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn’t going blind and turned the lights on.
So, here I sit typing on the computer, sipping my coffee and eating my bagel and wondering where I will go this time. It is a 500 mile detour so far.
I am not worrying too much, I am reminded that I put a few extra dollars in my pocket this time. I have a sleeping bag, enough clothes for a week or more and I am looking for inspiration to show me the next step.
I must have needed this adventure in my life. A change from my regular routine. My guides are the best, they have never disappointed me in the past and I know that this will not be any different. I don’t worry or get into fear, there is a reason for everything that happens in our life.
What’s next?
Only my Intuition and inner child knows for sure.
I am listening and waiting ...
