Intuition Guides You
Or, how Shabbat came on a Tuesday
In today’s Ebb & Flow group, I selected an intention card for each of us as a freewriting prompt. This was mine.
Intuition guides you.
You, you? Or, you, me?
Unsurprisingly, my thoughts drift to God and the seven days of creation. Did intuition guide God? I’m going to boldly claim yes.
Imagine it – God freewriting, freewheeling, improvising. God overcome with creative energy, a burst of genius, a wild experiment – then, rest.
I watched this reel on Instagram yesterday:
The gist is that if you are lost, if you have no access to a calendar, if you’ve been unable, for whatever reason, to track time, the thing to do is declare that it is Shabbat. Don’t worry about being wrong. Don’t try to get un-lost. Just rest.
Today, I was not lost. But I did rest.
Yesterday for my weekly Tarot reading with M.J., I asked my spirit team for two things for the coming week: My Most Important Thing, and also a general reading of anything they wanted me to know.
Just one card turned up for the entire reading: The Queen of Cups. Guided by intuition, she is nurturing and empathetic. She is care, for self and others.
Last night, I went to bed a little before 9:00pm, probably just wiped out from my 24 hours in the City, one third of which we spent moving Aviva out of her sixth-floor walk-up and into her new place (blessedly just three floors up). We had wonderful helpers. We had a good attitude. We had eloctrolyte drinks and we spotted a license plate that read YAYYYYYYY as I maneuvered the U-Haul down narrow one-way streets lined with cars. In a word, we had a ball. We ate breakfast from cardboard boxes on the floor of her new living room. And as we hugged goodbye, I told her I already have the most spiritual job ever, no new title needed. Happy and grateful mama heart.
Then I drove home and immediately took a two-hour couch nap. Sunday night, we went to our synagogue’s annual Gala, where our community welcomed our rabbi back from a six-month sabbatical. My mom tore up the dance floor and my dad bid feverishly in the silent auction and we all ate Keren’s ridiculously amazing chocolate cake.
But last night, I felt leveled, with an ache in my neck and lower back.
I think I have meningitis, I told M.J.
I think you just need some more rest, they said lovingly.
Did God know what each next day of creation would bring? Did God get to the end of the sixth day of creation – the landing of a sixth-floor walk-up – and think, I might have meningitis?
Was it intuition that guided God to declare a rest day? Or had God already read the Talmud and knew all about the Mystics, even though in linear time none of those existed yet? Or was there a loving partner behind the scenes, prompting God to take a load off… maybe the Queen of Cups herself?
I pause. The fatigue hasn’t fully lifted. But I know this: Fatigue is fatigue, not a portent of doom. Intuition says, roll with it. It will lift eventually. My body says, you are not so young anymore, young lady. You need to refuel.
And that, my dear readers, is how it came to be Shabbat on a Tuesday.
Love this so. xo
“Tore up the dance floor……oh was that fun!🤗