Her Instincts

A pulse beneath thought, where the untamed in you already knows.

A stir beneath the stillness

Some truths do not speak.

They hum. They throb.

They arrive before permission, before language, before choice.

Instinct is not the opposite of reason.

It is the root beneath it.

Not less intelligent. Just less explained.

The wild language

Knowing moves through the body while the mind is still asleep.

A direction.

A refusal.

A sudden yes.

Instinct remembers what thinking forgets, how to live, not just how to understand.

Listening through skin

We are taught to wait.

To seek proof.

To explain away what arrives uninvited.

But instincts speak in shivers, in exhales held too long, in a pause that makes no sense but feels right.

What if we practiced trust not as a theory but as a sense?

Not tame. Just true.

The wild self is not chaos.

It is coherent with a different rhythm.

It does not raise its voice.

It waits for you to lower yours.

To live instinctively is not to abandon thought but to include what lives beneath it.

A practice: let the animal lead

Begin not with answers but with noticing.

Where does your knowing begin?

What are your moves before your thoughts catch up?

Let the body suggest.

Let your attention soften.

Let the inner wild return by remembering it never left.

“Instinct is the nose of the mind.”

Delphine de Vigan

Return to what you already know

You don’t need to roar.

You don’t need to decide.

You only need to notice what you feel before you name it.

Let this be your invitation.

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