The other night, I had a very strange experience in which I was sort of transported through time and space to another realm. Expressing a keen awareness of my spiritual development, I do believe I opened a very real portal to myself.
My boyfriend had just stepped out of the shower, leaving me to experience a particularly enjoyable high of the imagination.
Looking at my shower's spa-like walls, I started to see images embedded in the brown stone tiles. Animals, creatures, staring out at me, inviting me into a kingdom of illusion, mystery, and enshrouded with a tinge of the surreal and even, the scary. But it was only scary because it was different, unknown and eerie. Soon the scary became quite friendly and comforting. I started to hear coo-cooing of voices whispering soft and fragrant lyrics in my head. I don't know where this song came from, but suddenly it was as if I heard it before. It was as if it was always there, all of it; the images, the music, the feeling of warmth and love all around me, all the time.
I swayed back and forth behind the glass sliding door with water droplets streaming down its side. I sang and I swayed. And whether imagined or not, I felt something beautiful creep up inside of me. A feeling of peace, of acceptance and of freedom.
I know what you're thinking. Kind of a strange introduction to my thoughts. Sure. These are not thoughts I share with the average Joe. But, for the sake of this blog and of starting something new, I feel I have nothing to lose. Looking back on that night, the skeptic and crown judge in me are saying, "What are you doing? Why are you sharing this? People are going to think you're crazy!" Ha! And that's what we all say to ourselves, isn't it? Well then, if we are all so afraid of "le regard de l'autrui," as Éric Satie would say, prejudices from others, then isn't it about time that we shake those bonds of fear? This is me attempting to break lose, break through, break free.
My boyfriend had just stepped out of the shower, leaving me to experience a particularly enjoyable high of the imagination.
Looking at my shower's spa-like walls, I started to see images embedded in the brown stone tiles. Animals, creatures, staring out at me, inviting me into a kingdom of illusion, mystery, and enshrouded with a tinge of the surreal and even, the scary. But it was only scary because it was different, unknown and eerie. Soon the scary became quite friendly and comforting. I started to hear coo-cooing of voices whispering soft and fragrant lyrics in my head. I don't know where this song came from, but suddenly it was as if I heard it before. It was as if it was always there, all of it; the images, the music, the feeling of warmth and love all around me, all the time.
I swayed back and forth behind the glass sliding door with water droplets streaming down its side. I sang and I swayed. And whether imagined or not, I felt something beautiful creep up inside of me. A feeling of peace, of acceptance and of freedom.
I know what you're thinking. Kind of a strange introduction to my thoughts. Sure. These are not thoughts I share with the average Joe. But, for the sake of this blog and of starting something new, I feel I have nothing to lose. Looking back on that night, the skeptic and crown judge in me are saying, "What are you doing? Why are you sharing this? People are going to think you're crazy!" Ha! And that's what we all say to ourselves, isn't it? Well then, if we are all so afraid of "le regard de l'autrui," as Éric Satie would say, prejudices from others, then isn't it about time that we shake those bonds of fear? This is me attempting to break lose, break through, break free.