The High Line in New York City

On Manhattan's west side lies a beautiful garden on what used to be elevated railroad tracks. My grown daughter took me through the Meatpacking District, up a silver elevator and into another part of the city I had never seen. Wooden slatted lounge chairs reminded me of Atlantic City in the '50s. Rushes in the garden made me think of dunes. As Layla explained how industries used the trains, I revisited the past in my intuitive mind. I watched muscle men load freight, heard crew chiefs swear and smelled sweat and metal.

Was this my imagination or an intuitive "seeing"? I don't know. The two are so closely aligned. Maybe they are the same thing?

A friend is sick and you see it first. Trouble brews in your best friend's marriage and you know before she tells you. Your boss got fired today and last week you had the feeling he would be gone in no time.

Let all parts of your life intertwine. Create your own garden. Allow imagination and intuitive to co-exist.