Sometimes I’m clairvoyant myself, speaking of people having visions of things not right in front of them as I was here yesterday: One time our baby’s stroller went missing and after two whole days of frantic searching I suddenly ‘saw’ where it was.
“It’s behind the Hootchiecootchies’ house!" I exclaimed, though of course that wasn’t their name.
I walked over there, slipped around back and there was the stroller, half-submerged in the shallow stream at the edge of the lawn.
It wasn’t like I knew it.
It wasn’t like I figured it out, using ratiocination, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s fave word for that he used for his guy Sherlock.
I just saw it and there’s no taking credit for that.
The gift of discernment: don't we wish we had that every day?
