Nature and Intuition

I am practicing the art of not only being, but the art of following my intuition.  I was once told that throughout our day we find more than several encounters where listening to our intuition is put to the test.  

This piece was inspired by my walk through a trail at Lost Lagoon (Stanley Park).  I was unfamiliar with the path I was taking while blading, but trusted my inner voice.  My inner voice led me to stop at a bench, tug my roller blades off, and head toward a path on my right.  I was inclined to turn back and put my blades back on as I heard loud and obnoxious voices coming from a near distance.  I realized that if I continued down that path I would be walking around a mini golf course where I would be unable to escape the incessant voices that cut into the peaceful silence of nature.  My intuition told me to stay on the trail and explore.  I found myself under a large canopy of pink Rhododendrons.   I felt as if I was in a fairy tale.  The blooms bunched in groups of 5 that mimicked pink lanterns hung high under trees.  I twirled around and around and was amazed at the number of Rhododendron 'lanterns' that were suspended above my head from tree branches. 

I will be the first to tell you this...I cried at the sheer beauty of the flowers before me.  I have never equated tears of joy with nature.  Today, I did just that.