Nicholas Wilton Free Workshop, post #4
Although the workshop itself ended four days ago, I’m still reflecting on pre-workshop countdown Prompt #3 which invited workshop participants to share a story of when your intuition was right; a time when you trusted yourself.
In early 1973, a young man joined the teaching staff at Landmark School in Prides Crossing, MA, where I was halfway through my first year as a teacher. We connected in September of that year and began spending a good number of our after-work hours together.
Fast forward maybe 8-10 weeks to an evening when, somewhat freaked out by the growing intensity of our relationship (my interpretation), said young man told me he “needed some space, some time off from our relationship.” In the heat of the moment, the knee-jerk-people-pleasing-don’t-come-on-too-strong part of me put up no resistance, was supportive and agreeable. Take whatever time you need, I said.
A short while later that same evening, heeding my intuition, which had begun almost immediately to insist to me in no uncertain terms, You are not speaking your truth, I reopened the conversation with my young man. If you want some space, I explained, be my guest in seeking it, but please know that I am not going to help you.
In October 2025, Dave and I will celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary.
A painting I made for him a few years ago as a birthday gift:
6 x 6″; mixed media on gessoboard
2018
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8 responses to “Nicholas Wilton Free Workshop, post #4”
How wonderful! 50 years, what a gift!
It reminds me of a story about me and a young man.
Now I was the one who was telling him after a while: ‘I’m not so sure about it, maybe I need some time to think about it’ (or something along those lines).
He then said something like this: ‘It’s okay that you don’t know, but at a certain moment I want an answer’.
At that moment I knew he was my man.
May 22th, Steven and I will be 21 years married. (Okay, not 50, but still … ;-)!)
MaryAnn, yup! That intuition thing again! So grateful.
Did you recently post some part of your love at first sight story at your blog? I’m remembering a photo and the first time Paul met your parents/family, at Thanksgiving one year? Do I have any of this right??
That heart painting is one of my faves. I propped it on Dave’s dresser again this year on Valentine’s Day where it has brought us enjoyment until a day or two ago when I quietly removed it so I can replace it with this year’s birthday card/painting (scrambling to finish painting it!).
Thanks, Sheila! It was fun to tell this story and relive another moment of deep intuition!
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