March 4, 2012

smoke signals


  1. Rick Neece on March 4th, 2012 at 5:34 pm

    This is a metaphor for me, when I get into such threads in my mind. After I pull the muscle in my brain, a rush runs through me like electricity. Like the old (I say old because I remember preachers saying it when I was a kid.) descending of the holy spirit. From the top of the head to the soles of the feet. After, I feel amazed and drained. I feel like I saw something miraculous. A peek into the universe.

    This never happened in front of people, say at church. I was always alone when it happened. Sometimes when meditating (I haven’t meditated in a long time. Lately, I haven’t had…what? The peace of mind? To sit for it.) Sometimes when drifting off, listening to musics of a type or another. Sometimes in dreams.

  2. Sheila Ryan on March 4th, 2012 at 6:29 pm

    “Hallucinatorily inexplicable.” In the best possible way.

    The funny thing is, these mental journeys do not terrify me.

  3. Rick Neece on March 4th, 2012 at 9:20 pm

    Nor do they do me.

  4. Sheila Ryan on March 4th, 2012 at 10:34 pm

    I imagine strange and wondrous phenomena as I nudge myself into the arms of Morpheus.

    Feels so good.

  5. Deron Bauman on March 5th, 2012 at 5:25 pm

    I forgot to thank Sarah for this.