Bye Bye Sugar Blues and Intuitive Hits and Misses

After two days on the road, I've not had the typical caffeine/sugar high/low swings that had seemed to disappear while I was on the way to the fast. We were cautioned to treat ourselves as if we were just recovering from surgery. So I've only driven six or seven hours each day (now near Petersburg, Virginia). Throughout the day I've been alert - not once have I felt drowsy. In fact I've been more clear minded than I sense having been with a caffeine boost in the past.

Yesterday I had a couple of interesting intuitive experiences: one where I didn't listen and the other where I did. Before I left the motel, my intuitive sense told me to go around the back way to Shoney's and not try to cross traffic at the dangerous intersection in front of the motel.

Well I didn't and almost "bought the farm." Through a serious misjudgment of traffic, I found myself in the middle of the road with a car coming from ahead and a pickup truck from behind. Thanks goodness both of them had the presence of mind to get out of my way. Otherwise I'd have been crushed in a vise. I was alert - just incredibly stupid for the judgment error and the failure to listen to my intuition.

Guess where the hostess sat me in Shoney's - right next to the bacon and eggs end of the buffet! This seems to have happened more times than can be accounted for by chance on this trip! Perhaps the Universe is making sure that I'm tested enough to keep the consequences of diet habits in mind. You wouldn't believe what I saw some people pile on their plates. But maybe you would since we are the most obese group of people in the history of the human race.

The other instance was where I did listen. Fortunately this wasn't life threatening but still a valuable lesson in the power of intuitive being. I was leaving my parking place near the Washington monument after having looked at the map and choosing a plan to get me out of town headed South on I-95. But the park police had blocked the exit, so I ending up heading West on I-66 without a convenient way to double back on the city streets.

I said to myself "Let it go and try to follow my 'sense.'" Logically I was aware of the general direction but had no idea how to negotiate the spaghetti road pattern to get turned around and headed South. I allowed my "body" to make each turn choice. There were perhaps as many as a dozen options some with as many as three choices. Within a few moments, I was comfortably heading South on I-95 after not having made one wrong turn. I seemed quite aware of suspended rationality except for the general sense of physical direction.

Tomorrow the "mystery" of the Vietnam Memorial Wall solved.