Yesterday, on my drive home from work, I didn't not put any music on in my car. The reason for doing so was a conscious choice on my part to think about how I might visually enact some of my desire to be more open to the world. I was also interested to see what feelings might surface in the process. I usually find that music, often sounds of any kind, distract me from my deeper thoughts.
Nearing the end of my approximately fifteen minute drive, I experienced the incredible feeling that I was wide open to my surroundings, safely hurdling through the world. It felt as if my car could have been split down the middle, in the shape of the letter V.
Interestingly, I didn't feel that I was particularly in the world at all. It was more like myself, and my surroundings, were both here and there. If it wasn't so unreal, it may have been more frightening.
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