Embracing the possibility

There I was, meditating, surrounded by candles. In my own world. Searching for inspiration for my next blog. Frustrated, because I knew the subject of this blog the day before, but didn't write it down. I made a mental note: you have to write this stuff down! You may think you have the power to control your inner thoughts, to shape your brain to be your assistant, but this was your brain's way of saying: here's the proof, you're not the master, I am!

I began to think about the subject again - desperately looking for inspiration. But then realized: I am sitting here in my own spiritual space to meditate, to keep still. To focus on my breathing. To be in the moment. So I made a conscious choice to set my mind aside for at least 15 minutes, to be able to free my soul. To meditate in the rhythm of my inner being.
And there it happened - while I was just breathing, embracing the quiet, my inner self responded: "language".

So language it is. Something we humans use to connect with other beings. Something we thrive in. We can shout, whisper, sing, talk, interrupt. We can be smart. Be boring. Be dumb. Be loving. Or extremely hurtful.
So language is a tool in many forms. Do we choose the form, or does it choose us?

Language in itself is just a combination of words. When you want it to be. The word "language" is just a word, just like "love" is. Love. A word, four letters, but it's the feeling, the experience (or lack of experience) of that love that makes the word so special.

A song someone wrote. A love story in movies.



You can imagine what it feels like, because you live or have lived the love.

A couple in the train sitting hand in hand. A heart in the sand, or carved in a tree.
It reminds you that you once did the same. Or are still doing it.
Christmasses you share with your (extended) family.
Christmas - maybe not always a joy, but certainly the promise of joy and being close to your loved ones.
Phone calls with friends.
We know this! Exchanging our experiences, or even the lack of experience. An invisible link between you and them.
Excellerating sex when you least expect it.
Another chapter completely. But you don't know what it feels like, until you've lived it. Without boundaries. Completely entwined with another person.
Missing your loved ones because they live far away. An unexpected text message or email. A sweet postcard.
The feeling is there, because the feeling is acknowledged. You crave for the connection, in any way it comes.
The awe at a concert, or the fascination for a good book. Following this artist you know. Because he or she knows exactly what you're going through ánd writes about it. The voice is the heart.



Connection not only comes through the art of speaking. No. In my experience you connect with people through thoughts, dreams, touch, feelings.
That´s why we write, sing and paint about it. Connection is magical.
The way you tilt your head, the way your eyes focus - it can give away what you´re feeling. So, what if connection is more than getting in touch with people: a universal vibe? Energy flowing through outer space?

Do you ever pick up what the other one is thinking?
Do you ever start singing the same song at the same time?
Do you ever experience stuff you can't explain?
I do.
Magical...

So, yeah - language is a tool. And we use this tool to say "hey, look, it's me, I need to share". Whether language is choosen, or the language has choosen us, I try to use it carefully. Cause we can easily hurt each other, be angry, sad, frustrated. Maybe we can even go so far and say that we deserve to have that particular emotion -we can't always be happy and cheery. But don't we have a choice? We can let it fester and eat us away. Or... We can break away and say: "hey, I want to be love(d)."

What happens to the words once we've shared them? Are they absorbed by the universe, or are they only absorbed by the listener before it dessolves? You tell me.
Here's Jason Mraz again. He sings about this in his song "Did you get my message":
Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send
Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take
And come back together again
With a whole new meaning (...)

What happens to the words, nobody knows. But I´m embracing the possibility that it flows around in the milky way. On its way to God knows where.

Love, San