If there’s one thing in the world I’ve learned to trust, it’s my intuition.
That gut feeling of mine has been at the wheel for practically every monumental decision I’ve made so far in life. Most often, it tends to take me places: it drove me to leave my hometown in New Mexico to discover new places to call home in Italy, Sweden, and Texas, where I currently reside. Sometimes my intuition directs me to trying out something new, which will quickly become a passion of mine, such as music, graphic design, and spiritual practices. Fortunately, I have yet to be disappointed with this mysterious, uninhibited, driving force, even if it is presently taking me down some roads that I have yet to learn the purpose of.
The idea for this blog came to me while meditating on the curiousness of the intuition. The idea that some of the most powerful things in life come to you from a source deep within, as if there is a seed that is planted in your mind and the knowledge grows within you without you even realizing it. And before you even know it, you follow its direction unequivocally. On a smaller scale, there are little things that satisfy this feeling on a daily basis and make us truly happy, like stepping outside and feeling the warmth of the sun, enjoying a work of art, or lending a hand to a stranger. These small things somehow bring great pleasure to our soul.
Känsla is the Swedish word for feeling, sensation, impression, and intuition, and it captures exactly the mood of content I will be sharing on this blog: things that move me, that give me those butterflies in my stomach, or totally engulf me in fascination. I’ve narrowed down my realm of interests to the things that excite me the most: that being music, travel, and storytelling. I hope, however, that the spirit of this blog will ultimately inspire my readers to find that spark of intuition within themselves and follow its light wherever it leads them on their own wild adventures.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.