Listening
What dreams taught me about listening
I have spent many years paying attention to my dreams.
People often ask me what they mean, which matters, but there’s also another angle.
What dreams taught me wasn't only how to interpret symbols. They taught me how to listen.
To notice the quiet voice beneath the noise.
The one that often gets drowned out by busy days, endless opinions and the pressure to always know the right answer.
I think most of us already know more than we realise.
We have all had moments when something didn't feel quite right, even though we couldn't explain why. Or we've felt drawn towards a person, a place or an opportunity without knowing the reason.
We call it intuition.
The challenge is that intuition rarely shouts. It whispers.
It asks us to slow down long enough to hear it.
For me, dreams became one way of practising that kind of listening. Not because they told me what to do, but because they reminded me that there is wisdom beyond constant thinking.
These days, I don't spend much time asking whether my intuition is right.
Instead, I ask a different question.
Am I listening?
Because I've found that when I truly listen - to myself, to life, to the quiet nudges that are so easy to ignore - I tend to find my way.
Not always immediately. But eventually.
And perhaps that's all intuition has ever been.
Learning to trust the part of ourselves that already knows.