MUSINGS FROM MIDLIFE
My Stories
Rainbows, Bowls and Bricks
The room looks like one big happy rainbow. Mattresses are placed neatly on the floor, covered in the most colourful blankets I've ever seen. Instantly, my mood changes, lifts a little. I’m here for the sound healing meditation created with singing and Tibetan bowls, gong, voice and harmonics. Makes me drift in and out of some mysterious realm.
A bit like hiking really, the sensations you naturally experience when you’re on the trail. Yeah, you know that will always get a mention.
The leader is dressed in white, prayer beads around his neck, with frizzy black hair that is organically wild.
The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you did not stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognised as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do — determined to save the only life you could save.