Thank you, Kiri, for this provocative post and the reminder that childhood lessons are some of the most important.
I certainly know that rumbly churny tummy feeling that is a sure sign something is amiss. For me, my natural intuition was scrambled by trauma and afterwards I would get that “off” feeling all the time. Crippling on so many levels. It’s been a struggle to get myself feeling stronger and able to distinguish between situations that *remind* me of horror moments from my past or an *actual* real and present danger.
So much of distinguishing actual danger is how comfortable and safe I feel somewhere. When I’m in America and Sri Lanka I get that feeling in cars and especially parked cars, telling me to flee. However, in both of those places, you really never know what could happen and there is violence hanging in a fog over the land. Not to mention a lack of gun control. Here in Prague, I only rarely get that churning, so I trust it when it’s there. For the most part.
My next assignment is to not let myself get talked out of my instincts when it comes to non-dangerous and non-threatening situations. I find I easily give way to someone else’s idea of what I should do, even if everything in me screams otherwise. I’m always right about what I need, I just don’t allow myself to acknowledge it. This time next year, I will be there. Read the Article at HuffingtonPost
Intuition Matters
Thank you, Kiri, for this provocative post and the reminder that childhood lessons are some of the most important.
I certainly know that rumbly churny tummy feeling that is a sure sign something is amiss. For me, my natural intuition was scrambled by trauma and afterwards I would get that “off” feeling all the time. Crippling on so many levels. It’s been a struggle to get myself feeling stronger and able to distinguish between situations that *remind* me of horror moments from my past or an *actual* real and present danger.
So much of distinguishing actual danger is how comfortable and safe I feel somewhere. When I’m in America and Sri Lanka I get that feeling in cars and especially parked cars, telling me to flee. However, in both of those places, you really never know what could happen and there is violence hanging in a fog over the land. Not to mention a lack of gun control. Here in Prague, I only rarely get that churning, so I trust it when it’s there. For the most part.
My next assignment is to not let myself get talked out of my instincts when it comes to non-dangerous and non-threatening situations. I find I easily give way to someone else’s idea of what I should do, even if everything in me screams otherwise. I’m always right about what I need, I just don’t allow myself to acknowledge it. This time next year, I will be there.
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost
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