Have you?
I was having coffee with a very good friend of mine when I first asking this kind of question to someone other than myself. I asked her the question just because I've just experienced the sensation a morning before.
The city was Barcelona, the year was 2011; and we were sipping ou coffee, with delightfully sweets companion, and totally random conversation. Lina, my friend by then - looked me in the eyes and said, "Agnes! I think I could only having this mystical talks with you. I will miss our conversation!" That's all I can remember of her exact words that time. Mystical? Maybe. Maybe not. She's an Arab from Beirut, Lebanon. I am a Chinese, probably an eleventh Sundanese from Bandung, Indonesia. We're having coffee in Barcelona, Spain; and talking in English about seeing the air. THAT in a whole I would call mystical.
But then again, have you ever feel like you could see the air? Well I have. Not because the heat; you know- when you see the air moves on the account of that heat. Not because an aerosol sprays - or having sunrays slipping through the windows that you can see the dust in it. I didn't see the dust nor vaporizing liquid in the air. I think I see the air. Just the air. Room temperature, normal, transparent air. I wasn't drunk, I didn't even drink a night or an hour before. I usually in my normal condition, and alone. I mean - it happens usually when I'm alone. Sometimes I think I see it when my senses are totally relaxed - or perhaps it's so.
In totally relaxed condition; focus only in present time, place and condition - there I see it. Gleaming, floating, transparent, and real. When I realize it; a glimpse of distraction would make it dissappear. That is when I truly conscious about why they say the outerspace is dark, without the air.
From time to time, this has became my therapy habit. A habit I try to exercise when stressful routines bind me from seeing everyday's simple lovely things. I don't know if what I saw was really the air, and I don't care - to be honest. I just don't care. I will have that as my own way to find peace, an inner peace within me. Without knowing, I begin to have this 'new' routine often in my quality-alone-time:
And I remember having similar sensation in my writings couple years ago:
So, have you? Have you ever feel like you could see the air? Tell me when you do. I might not be your friend or anything, but I'll be listening if you let me. This is not meant to be an invitation or anything; this is just a thought.
Jakarta, August 2016
I was having coffee with a very good friend of mine when I first asking this kind of question to someone other than myself. I asked her the question just because I've just experienced the sensation a morning before.
The city was Barcelona, the year was 2011; and we were sipping ou coffee, with delightfully sweets companion, and totally random conversation. Lina, my friend by then - looked me in the eyes and said, "Agnes! I think I could only having this mystical talks with you. I will miss our conversation!" That's all I can remember of her exact words that time. Mystical? Maybe. Maybe not. She's an Arab from Beirut, Lebanon. I am a Chinese, probably an eleventh Sundanese from Bandung, Indonesia. We're having coffee in Barcelona, Spain; and talking in English about seeing the air. THAT in a whole I would call mystical.
But then again, have you ever feel like you could see the air? Well I have. Not because the heat; you know- when you see the air moves on the account of that heat. Not because an aerosol sprays - or having sunrays slipping through the windows that you can see the dust in it. I didn't see the dust nor vaporizing liquid in the air. I think I see the air. Just the air. Room temperature, normal, transparent air. I wasn't drunk, I didn't even drink a night or an hour before. I usually in my normal condition, and alone. I mean - it happens usually when I'm alone. Sometimes I think I see it when my senses are totally relaxed - or perhaps it's so.
In totally relaxed condition; focus only in present time, place and condition - there I see it. Gleaming, floating, transparent, and real. When I realize it; a glimpse of distraction would make it dissappear. That is when I truly conscious about why they say the outerspace is dark, without the air.
From time to time, this has became my therapy habit. A habit I try to exercise when stressful routines bind me from seeing everyday's simple lovely things. I don't know if what I saw was really the air, and I don't care - to be honest. I just don't care. I will have that as my own way to find peace, an inner peace within me. Without knowing, I begin to have this 'new' routine often in my quality-alone-time:
Sit still, take no look, and breathe
Just be there, be here, and now
There you see: the floating air.
(Please excuse my haiku - as I'm totally a beginner)
And I remember having similar sensation in my writings couple years ago:
Ketika ini terjadi, kita akan mengenali ribuan rasa dari segelas air putih; mengecap sesendok nasi dan membedakan rasanya dengan lauk yang kita makan. Mengunyah sekerat roti gandum dan menikmati butiran halus seratnya menggesek tekstur lidah kita; atau merasakan nikmatnya gula merah yang sudah lebur jadi satu dalam sepotong kue jahe'
So, have you? Have you ever feel like you could see the air? Tell me when you do. I might not be your friend or anything, but I'll be listening if you let me. This is not meant to be an invitation or anything; this is just a thought.
Jakarta, August 2016
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