I remember once sitting beneath an ancient oak, sketching in my nature journal, the air cool and still around me. A sudden rustle, barely audible, caught my attention – a fox’s quick step on fallen leaves. In that moment, I felt a quiet knowing, as if the forest itself was whispering secrets just beyond words. It was an intuition, subtle and deep, rooted in the wild’s patient watchfulness.
Intuition often feels like an elusive gift – a flicker of insight that seems to come from nowhere. But what if this knowing is not a mystery, but a natural language shared between ourselves and the living world?
“The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity.” said Carl Jung
In the same way animals respond instantly to danger or opportunity, our intuition is nature’s way of tuning us to rhythms beyond the mind’s chatter. Jung called these deep, instinctual patterns “archetypes” – universal forms shaped by millennia of experience. When we slow down and listen, the wild remembers in us.
This is not magic but memory – a communion with the quiet intelligence of earth, wind, and living things. Next time you walk among trees or watch a bird’s flight, pause and ask: What might my intuition be trying to say?
Have you ever felt this wild knowing? What moments in nature have opened your inner senses? I’d love to hear your stories.
Further Reading
- Man and His Symbols by Carl Jung
- The Spell of the Sensuous by David Abram
- Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer
The wild remembers. So do you.
Nature Speaks 
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