Prompt #24: 

The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

If you could picture your intuition as a person, what would he or she look like? If you sat down together for dinner, what is the first thing he or she would tell you?

(Prompt Author: Susan Piver)


Intuition is clad in a gossamer dress the scent of blue and the color of the taste of nutmeg. Her hair is the glittering sunlight on a rock of Himalayan sea salt, and it is long to her waist with effortless waves. Joy etches itself into every line of her face. Her smile is like the perfume of strawberries and raspberries on a summer day. She combines all senses as one, she is synesthesia personified. She has the heart of a child, but the wisdom of a sage. Her laughter sounds like the happiest of all childhood days, her voice intones with all the passion of a violin. Her movements dance like the crisp pure white linens for sale all along the inclined streets of Rhodes, linens attended by silent old women and blowing in the Mediterranean breeze. Her chocolate eyes taste of the earth, and far inside the pupils, if you look, are constantly shooting stars.

She tells me, only, “Let go.”