Damn...what a storm. I was all in workday mode, got home from work, saw it was about to storm, figured I'd head out to the store after it blew over. Except it didn't. It rained and thundered like crazy, so I just snuggled up on the couch to watch VH1 (I Love the 70s Vol. II)--then SNAP! the power went off. So the power was out about an hour.
It was very nice. I have enough candles in my house to conduct a full-on black mass or something.
Except most of them are scented so now my house smells like a mix of vanilla cookies, hazelnut, and gingerbread. I spent most of that hour lying on the bed watching the candles flicker. I think the power was out in our whole neighborhood, and the only sounds I could hear were a couple of the neighbor kids walking down the street talking. No buzzes or hums from appliances...even the kitties were quiet for once. The world was silent and I was lost in a candle flame. All the meaningless day-to-day shit was completely stripped away and I could focus once again on who I really am.
I used to practice this sort of mind-emptying meditation without even realizing it. When I was single, I would just lay in the dark in my bedroom and watch a lava lamp or a candle, maybe have music on. No alcohol, no drugs, nothing. It really accessed my creative forces and I did some of my best and most prolific writing at that time.
Now, after the storm, I long for that solitude once again.
It was very nice. I have enough candles in my house to conduct a full-on black mass or something.
Except most of them are scented so now my house smells like a mix of vanilla cookies, hazelnut, and gingerbread. I spent most of that hour lying on the bed watching the candles flicker. I think the power was out in our whole neighborhood, and the only sounds I could hear were a couple of the neighbor kids walking down the street talking. No buzzes or hums from appliances...even the kitties were quiet for once. The world was silent and I was lost in a candle flame. All the meaningless day-to-day shit was completely stripped away and I could focus once again on who I really am. I used to practice this sort of mind-emptying meditation without even realizing it. When I was single, I would just lay in the dark in my bedroom and watch a lava lamp or a candle, maybe have music on. No alcohol, no drugs, nothing. It really accessed my creative forces and I did some of my best and most prolific writing at that time.
Now, after the storm, I long for that solitude once again.
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I can certainly understand what you mean about the solitude aspect.