Another encounter…an intuitive encounter?
“I Don’t Know Why I’m Here”
The words “the tangible notes” remind me of a knock at the door. A young person is standing at the door. “Are you Jim? I don’t know why I’m here. A fellow at the north end of the Island suggested I visit with you.”
I have had numerous encounters like this, so I invited her in for a cup of tea. As entered the kitchen, she pulled several small stones from her pocket and said: “I don’t know why I have been collecting these,” and she handed me one of the stones.
They had been naturally formed in the shape of hearts. I suggested that we take our tea to an outside alcove.
The alcove was decorated with a collection of heart-shaped rocks.
The visitor explained that she was from the Interior region of the province, several hundred kilometres away. She had had a dream… The dream that said, “Go to Quadra Island and see? x?x?x”… She didn’t catch that part of the dream. Months later, while going to a workshop on the Sunshine Coast, and having a few days before she had to return to the Interior, she decided to follow what she referred to as her “dream guidance.” I interpret that as a possible expression of the intuitive.
She arrived on the Island, and stopped at a store to purchase a local phone book and a map. Someone, unsolicited, she recalled, leaned over her shoulder and pointed to a lake on the map and said, “You should go there.” Intrigued but unsure of her next steps, she sat outside and flipped through the phone book entries. Beginning in the “A” section, she came across a small business ad that included the name “Jim,” associated with Regional District matters. This caught her attention. Might this have something to do with recycling? She wondered. She was involved in recycling in her home community. She dialled the number and got an answering machine. She left some sort of message about recycling. She looked at the map. Without other clues as to what to do, she headed out on a half-hour drive to the trail-head for the lake destination suggested earlier.
On this rural island there were only a couple of dozen driveways near, and on the way, to her intended destination. She noted one sign with the names “Jim and M.” Something clicked for her briefly, but, she was now focused on her dominant intention which was in heading to the trail-head.
As it turned out, she got a little confused and lost her way, eventually coming across someone working in a garden. Upon receiving directions and a welcoming invitation to return for tea after the walk… On returning from the lake, she took up the kind invitation to tea. Conversation soon turned to “What are you up to here on the Island?”
The story of the dream, the phone book, the “Jim” person, the map and the small sign by the roadside, all seemed somehow significant. I am sure there was a second cup of tea. The attentive listener, the gardener, had a suggestion. “You might go see Jim at The Bluffs.” The map came out, the course was set, and it was off to Jim’s. The journey led to a knock at my door, and a heart-shaped rock placed in my palm.
It did not take long for me to sense another intuitive connection unfolding before me. I was known for sharing stories about intuitive listening, and it was now my turn to take my part in the unfolding. With the help of a group of wood sculptures, I shared stories about resonance and its connection to intuitive listening. This young visitor returned to her home with, I am sure, an expanded appreciation that there was an elusive “something” both to listen for, and to pay attention to. I suspect that an honouring of the intuitive will continue to play a prominent role in shaping her daily life.