Women's perception is real. Without an explanation, it is possible to know when there is danger, or a direction to follow. 

A friend told me that her mother was walking with a young man when she was in her late teens. They strolled around the grounds of a gracious estate, enjoying the flowers. Then all of a sudden she bolted. She ran as fast as she could, without any provocation that she could name. 

A few minutes later she slowed down, and breathing heavily, wondered what had happened. The man caught up with her, and asked if she was alright. 

"Yes, I am. I don't know why I did that."

He shifted uneasily. "I do." She looked in his eyes. "I was, well thinking of getting, um, too assertive. Sorry I scared you."

My friend told me this story as an example of that intuition that women are given, if only they develop it. Listen to those inner rumblings, as though they have meaning. 

Women have told me about the subtle tugs they have felt about relationships, and decisions. Sometimes it hovers over choosing a house to live in, or whom to marry. 

There have been times when my perception was annoyingly silent. I flounder with how best to reach out to my child, or a friend. But sometimes I have looked back, and trying to piece the mystery together had an inkling that it was actually preferable that I was confused. The moment was not yet prime for me to act. 

I am grateful that my friend shared this story. It seems to be a good way to kindle one another's perception.