This experience is effervescent, like bubbles dancing upward in a champagne glass. It bounces happily, sparkles cheerfully. Fluid and flexible, it ripples through tissue, tendon, bone, and heart with deep coherency and intelligence. It bathes the hollows, the secret spaces, the hidden thoughts with something new, something higher.
It arrives in its own time and lasts as long as it does. Radiating from the ground up and the inside out, it magnifies alignment, connection, wholeness, and holiness – for it is, indeed, a holy moment.
And in that moment, what is stuck comes loose. What is rigid becomes soft.
The ice floes crack and the springtime stream picks up momentum and begins to gush and froth. The purity and simplicity of its genuineness overrides the mind and floods the system with exuberance, joy, laughter, tears, wonder, awe, reverence… and also the quiet, profound, and humbling recognition of the smallness of our self in relation to that which created us. The experience deepens from a joyful, outward and upwardly turned face – to the silent waters of the deep, where one’s head can only bow downward…
There are times when I want so deeply to capture this experience. It makes me wish for wiser words, more meaningfully layered words that can point more accurately to that place, that state… And on the other hand, this miraculous gift has nothing to do with words written or words spoken. Its silent poetry is a state of being that goes far beyond the bounds of the conceptual. It is a state of being that is beyond thought itself.
It is the essence of renewal, revitalization, and healing. It is a glimpse of a bigger picture, a more expansive beingness. And in the profound, flushed glow of its presence there emerges a natural longing to surrender ever more deeply to the source of this renewal, the source of this truth, the source of this light.
This experience, in a word, is…