When I was young, it seemed that life was so
wonderful
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be
singing so happily
Oh joyfully, playfully watching me
But then they send me away to teach me how to be
sensible
Logical, oh responsible, practical
And they showed me a world where I could be so
dependable
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical
Songwriters: Richard Davies / Roger Hodgson The Logical Song lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The wisdom of Supertramp still rings in my head after all these years. When I hear the words of this song it plays like a guy who went from childhood to prison all in one verse. To me, logical, practical and clinical are the curse words of the mind imposing limitations on thoughts and creativity. As a person who’s always been super responsible and logical on the outside, there’s a great spirit of anti-logic that’s been building for a long time as I’ve become educated in the what doesn’t feel right to me department.
I learned that logic and comedy don’t mix. At one point, I went to school to learn how to be funny. As if that were possible. It was a class at the Second City Comedy Group. One discussion stuck out in this 5-part series. “Comedy is not logical,” the teacher maintained. “In fact, the laughter comes when the next word or line is illogical or a surprise.” Think of the classic, “Take my wife….please.” Immortalized by the late-great Jack Benny. (If you’re too young to remember this classic-comedian, google him.) A vote for putting logic aside.
Also, as I meander down this path of spiritual discovery called life, it has been made clear to me that intuition is not logical either. Every day, I try to utilize my own intuition and gut when making decisions. To me, intuition is a feeling inside. An instinct of unknown origin. A knowing.
If I had been logical the day my intuition told me to move to California, I would never have done it. In fact, moving to California defied logic. All of my family friends lived in the greater New York area and New England. My ex-husband didn’t have a job. I had no family or friends in Hermosa Beach. And my boys were deeply rooted in the school and community in which we lived. But, every fiber of my being told me I had to be there. That there was a pot of gold at the end of that rainbow jet stream that carried my life to the west coast.
My life opened up incredibly with the people I’ve met who I know now were calling to me from inside. I know my spiritual life was taken to a whole new level here rather than if I had gone against my gut and played it safe and small in New York. I’m so glad I did.
It’s not easy to follow that feeling and it takes a lot of practice to trust it. A lot. And, it certainly doesn’t have to involve moves of 3,000 miles. It can be as simple as the feeling to buy that lemon in the supermarket for a recipe you don’t even know you’re cooking that night, but for some unknown reason you feel you’ll need it.
My thought for today is you choose to live your life via the logic-meter in your head or you allow those inexplicable heartfelt feelings come through and guide you to places you never thought you’d go. My intuition has taken me on quite an adventure and is now launching my foray into my spiritual journaling.
What are you logically pushing away in your life when your gut or intuition tells you to do?
Test it. Take off the GPS when driving down the road of life and use your own internal GPS. You might just end up an amazing recipe for Chicken Piccata for dinner or a make a move to a whole new life.
Investigating all that is spirit 