In my town, Friday rush hour can start as early as 3pm. So when my appointment plopped me out into traffic at 4:30 today, about 20 miles from home, I had no reason to expect it would be a quick trip home.
Lucky for me, I decided to ask Spirit for guidance. “Which route should I take home?” I wondered. Rather than engage the intellect to begin listing options, as I normally might, I paused first, to see if anything occurred to me. Something did. My logical mind rejected it as being silly. But I shrugged and asked my logical mind to stand by and let me explore what my intuition had suggested.
To the astonishment of my left brain, the intuitively-suggested route got me home lickity split.