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I believe that I promised an LJ post on Monday morning about something that happened to me on Sunday night before bed. While it's late Tuesday, here it is.
I spent a while talking about life, the universe, and everything with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angersson. It was very thought-provoking, and good for my soul to discuss a lot of what I did. After we'd wrapped up, though, I decided to go outside to smoke my pipe before I turned in for the night. The evening air was just that right amount of cool to make sitting outside enjoyable -- not cold enough to need a heavy coat, not hot enough to sweat.
The thingsangersson and I talked about were all but literally whirling around in my head. I was just trying to calm my thoughts so I could settle down and go to sleep. Then, I inhaled my pipe again. I don't know if I had just inhaled too deeply or if there was something else going on, but I began to feel tingly all over. Not a scary tingly, but a comfortable "happy place" kind of tingly. I put my hands in my lap and closed my eyes, since I felt that it was important that I do so, for a reason that wasn't entirely clear to me. Indeed, even now, I'm hard pressed to give a reason why that seemed like a good idea at the time, other than "it seemed like a good idea at the time." :)
I could SEE the thoughts whirling around, and could feel my heart beginning to attempt to keep pace, so I decided that I would quiet myself. Going completely blank is something that is nigh impossible for me, because my brain is ALWAYS trying to do something, so I decided to visit my rock for the first time in ages.
( My Rock.. )
( What happened next.. )
There you have it. There may be a mundane explanation for it, but I'm okay either way. It felt good to feel close to a god, even for a few minutes and even if I never saw his face. I went to bed that night, and slept so wonderfully that I felt I overslept several times before I got up.
* - I don't give a flying butt-monkey if many practitioners put the "k" at the end to differentiate it nowadays. That just looks silly and pretentious to me, and I know my audience. Y'all know what I mean. So I'm going with the correct spelling.
I spent a while talking about life, the universe, and everything with
angersson. It was very thought-provoking, and good for my soul to discuss a lot of what I did. After we'd wrapped up, though, I decided to go outside to smoke my pipe before I turned in for the night. The evening air was just that right amount of cool to make sitting outside enjoyable -- not cold enough to need a heavy coat, not hot enough to sweat.The things
angersson and I talked about were all but literally whirling around in my head. I was just trying to calm my thoughts so I could settle down and go to sleep. Then, I inhaled my pipe again. I don't know if I had just inhaled too deeply or if there was something else going on, but I began to feel tingly all over. Not a scary tingly, but a comfortable "happy place" kind of tingly. I put my hands in my lap and closed my eyes, since I felt that it was important that I do so, for a reason that wasn't entirely clear to me. Indeed, even now, I'm hard pressed to give a reason why that seemed like a good idea at the time, other than "it seemed like a good idea at the time." :)I could SEE the thoughts whirling around, and could feel my heart beginning to attempt to keep pace, so I decided that I would quiet myself. Going completely blank is something that is nigh impossible for me, because my brain is ALWAYS trying to do something, so I decided to visit my rock for the first time in ages.
( My Rock.. )
( What happened next.. )
There you have it. There may be a mundane explanation for it, but I'm okay either way. It felt good to feel close to a god, even for a few minutes and even if I never saw his face. I went to bed that night, and slept so wonderfully that I felt I overslept several times before I got up.
* - I don't give a flying butt-monkey if many practitioners put the "k" at the end to differentiate it nowadays. That just looks silly and pretentious to me, and I know my audience. Y'all know what I mean. So I'm going with the correct spelling.
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