24°C (75.2°F) Surrounded by thunder and cloud-to-cloud lightning – jagged webs connecting everything in an instant and vanishing just as fast. Far enough away that the sound is garbled but threatening, like parents arguing in a distant room. A light pink blush before sunset.
More mind games
… let go of your analytical, categorizing mind – turn it off. Stop listening to it, if just for a moment. Like listening to a foreign language, just hearing sounds without understanding, let a pulse of lightning flash through your eyes straight down to your spine. How does it feel? Look at a tree like it’s the first tree – the only tree – you’ve ever seen. Look at your spouse, your partner, your children, your pets, and fall in love.
Crossing senses, or voluntary synesthesia:
A simple exercise in awareness: think how you normally experience something visual – like lightning, or a rainbow – and then think what it would be like through a different sense. How does lightning taste? Or a variation on the same theme: How could you listen with your eyes? See with your ears? Taste? Touch? Smell?
It’s easy to rely on just one or two senses and neglect the rest. As limited as they are, we owe it to ourselves to use them to their fullest. Don’t just stop to smell the roses – try hearing them, too.
21°C (69.8°F) Well, the rain stopped long enough for me to run out and do some emergency gutter-cleaning – always messier than I think it’ll be, but always nice to get up on the roof and look around.
We turned on the air conditioning last night so we could sleep, but this morning we opened everything up again. Fresh air, laden with dampness and wind and rain and pollen and bugs – I love it because it’s changeable, alive. Air conditioning churns the air up into a sterile, bland, over-processed thing. Sure, it’s comfortable, but you’d never breathe deep and go ‘ahhhhhhhh’ with it. (Well, maybe once, after coming inside