It was the windiest day I’ve ever seen. I was driving through Winslow, Arizona with my mother, sister and aunt. This was not a usual windstorm–the wind was so powerful that the air was thick with dust, trees were bent over and the interstate was shut down. We were stuck, in a town that seemed to offer nothing but wind. Businesses were boarded up, gas stations abandoned. What was once a thriving railway stop was now empty, all but deserted.
We were tired, hungry and thirsty. The wind buffeted the sides of the car so fiercely that staying where we were did not feel safe. Yet we did not know where to go. That was when I saw a sign, an arrow pointing towards “The Turquoise Room.”
Most of the town’s restaurants and shops appeared to be closed; there was no way to know that this one would be any different. But I have always loved the shades of blue and green, turquoise most of all. These colors call to me, sing to me. So I asked my mother, who was driving, to follow the sign. It led us to a beautiful old hotel, housing a restaurant and bar called the Turquoise Room. It was a place of beauty within the windstorm. A place of peace. We settled in, and were served food and drinks just before the electricity died. As we enjoyed our meal by candlelight, a friendly waiter told us about another route we could take to Sedona, one through the mountains, out of the wind.
Intuition speaks to each of us differently, in ways unique to who we are and what we love. In ways that only we can hear. But when you learn to listen, when you learn to follow, you will find yourself led to exactly where you need to be.
May you find your own turquoise path. May it lead you to joy.