As a child I was very intuitive. I instinctively knew things, and often had premonitions. But growing up my intuition got drowned out by other voices. Being an analytic philosopher really didn’t help. Because I couldn’t frame any of it in logical terms, I didn’t know how to explain it. My inner voice was still there, telling me things, but I no longer listened to it. Einstein once said: “The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” I was a living example of that. But last year I read the beautiful book A Still, Small Voice by Echo Bodine. Once I embraced my inner voice, it became louder. Now that I’m learning to trust my intuition, life is much simpler. Things just happen without effort. Not only did it guide me to the sweetest creature, but also to my new home. For the first time in my life I no longer seek advice from others to make decisions. Why would I? I have my own inner wisdom.