Soul?

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Intuition tells me to be cautious with my sons feelings.  Intuition told me to give Andy another chance way back when others told me he could never change.  Intuition usually tells me when its time to leave somewhere, time to call someone, time to just sit and think.
Intuition is what keeps me from talking to certain strangers, or interacting with others as if they were long lost friends.
My soul on the other hand is at the deepest, softest part of my proverbial "being".  My soul I believe is whats capable of dividing, and multiplying endlessly in order to love people that come into and out of my life.  My soul radiates heat that is warm and glowing a hue of purples and golden warm honey.  My soul has never been broken, my soul has eased me into knowings of this will get better, you are stronger, better, or MADE to survive this trial, whatever it may have been.
It was also there when at my darkest times, I was able to just cry, curl up in a ball, wail with soul pain in the loss of Tim, my Dad, loneliness, disappointment in myself and guilt.
My soul is also the vehicle in which I was pulled out of those places so dark, as if coming from the bottom of a pool of mud, only to emerge from the surface, groggy, foggy, heavy... but breathing.
I see my soul as the unseen, but definitely felt driving force behind making good decisions, and recovering my spirit when I wonder if free will was ever a good idea.
My soul has been a a swirling mist that hides in places throughout my body, that comes to the forefront when I am at any moment of life.
My soul was bursting from my fingertips when I reached out for a touch of Missi's body, before they took her away to another hospital a few short hrs after she was born.  My soul was weeping from my eyes as I took the last looks of my fathers body, as his soul left.  My soul comes from my mouth as words as I teach my students and they LEARN something, that I have given them.
Slivers of my soul leave my body and dance with other souls when I sleep and dream of people I love.  My soul turns to flakes and with the slightest thought or wish flys and floats to someone that I'm thinking of-and lands on them, as a happy memory of a good time together.  My soul is a whiff of smoke, fried eggs, suntan lotion, chapstick, crayons, hot tar, boggy lakes, new pencils, fresh flowers, hospitals, cut grass, or mennan speed stick.
My soul expands and contracts, breathing, with me, and sometimes without me as an entity that covers me, exposes me, awakens me, guides me, and sometimes hovers.
My soul moves me to music in the car, brings tears to my eyes with the IDEA of grandchildren someday.  Roll s me over in the middle of the night to throw my arm over the big guy, wakes me to look in Missi's room to see the lump in her bed that has piles of black shiny hair emerging from the covers.  My soul turns my stomach over when I think of Allie working in the ICU in the midle of the night.  Puffs me with pride in the accomplishments of my family, and pulls me from the plunges of dark places.
Is my intuition the same as my soul?  I'm not convinced-but I trust both. 
My soul LOVES you, I know it does.
It always will, even when my body is dust, my soul will keep on in the flakes, and whiffs, and drops of rain.  Because it is a forever thing.  As are you.

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