This air of alacrity, her eyes are tranquil pools, oval shaped and knowing. Slim build and about my height at five feet, seven inches her movements are fluid. As if connected to some invisible entity in the air. Shimmering brown skin, locs tumbling down her back, she is dressed in a flowing shalwar kameez of translucent white cotton.

The moment I see her I know I will follow. I am compelled. Utterly free from time and space. We are at the Azure Window. I do not know why she has chosen this place to reveal herself. Footstep for footstep behind her in the balmy evening, I hear my slight breathy exertion. Even though we wear no shoes, walking the rocky terrain feels effortless. It looked arduous, but as we approach the cave opening I am sure I will make it.

Once inside the low hollow we sit cross-legged. Mirroring her poise, I sit upright, I feel balance. She does not speak a word and neither do I, but I can sense this light and affinity. Before us is the perfect vegan feast. Tagines piled with steaming couscous. Seasoned quinoa studded with pomegranate seeds that gleam like rubies. A mosaic of red, green and yellow pimento doused in olive oil and sprinkled with herbs; there are sliced tomatoes, egg plant, green salad, beans and flat breads all laid out on painted platters. My mouth waters with wonder, I am immediately ravenous. She pours wine from a blue carafe and we drink. The sparkling and cool liquid tastes divine.

I smile, mesmerised and I gaze towards the mouth of the cave. I cannot believe my life! The setting sun has reddened parts of the cerulean sky, amid the slow roll of clouds. I know for sure. I have no doubt that she is holding my back, and will do so until the end. I know for sure that every indication she offers, every sign she places in my path, and that every time I feel that stirring in the pit of my stomach, it will point to the perfect answer to each and every one of my questions.

We eat together in the fading light. She gives so generously, she gives without prejudice. I know she is the secret of fortune, I can feel the joy in my heart. I am fulfilled. I am just about to ask her name and then with that smile, I hear her say, “I am, Lithe.”

Thanks for taking a minute to read my response to the day 24 prompt:

Intuition by Susan Piver

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?

(Author: Susan Piver)

Namaste