I went to sleep sometime after 11:30. My bed full of clean but unfolded laundry, I slept on the living room floor I set the sleep timer and turned on Breaking Bad knowing I would not finish the episode. Six hours later, my eyes opened and I was unusually awake for this time in the morning. Something did not feel right. Despite living solo, I did not feel alone at that moment. No other person was in the apartment but something was in my space. I laid on the floor under the yellow blanket from my Mom’s house for the next twenty minutes trying to get my mind together. When I finally decided to move, I felt alone again. So I filled the space with music and light and the day started.
In the past year, I’ve had a lot of conversations with friends, family and myself about the roles of intuition and reason in knowing. I think we are all born with a keen sense of intuition, the inner voice that is tapped into different levels of the universe’s cosmic rhythm. It is more acute than the five senses we rely on to “know” and experience the world we live in. In my estimate, intuitive knowing often precedes and informs how we utilize reason to gather more information to know and make sense of our world. Many of us do not give enough credence to our intuitive ability but it’s no fault of our own. In the West, we are taught to believe in the superiority of reason as the way of knowing and it’s challenging to reconcile with the innate way of knowing when we are incessantly bombarded by the sights and sounds of the world. If we rely on reason alone, how much are we missing out on?