Delusion or 'taken out of play'

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Dear Amanda

 

I wrote:

> >> We need to de-sacralize it, de-mythologize,

> >> de-yoganize, un-harden it, ease it. Retrieval of our original being can

> >> happen easily at home in our day to day relationships and seeming

> >> encumbrances, when we are retrieving spontaneity, naiveté, innocence.

 

You wrote:

> I take it this means you won't mind if I belt out a few Spice Girls songs,

> off key, of course, now and then on the list.

 

You do that? Too bad I do not know enough about them Girls. Is my age and

gender showing? I will improve, I promise :-)

 

Now I have to admit to humming, most often during the night in bed, quite

beautiful melodies, (my idea of beautiful of course). When I am lucky, I

might remember them during the day and I may sing them out a little louder.

When I can overcome my hesitancy, I may go right into them and little dances

develop around those melodies, nobody is home of course. I do sometimes go

out into the yard... all in the nude of course. When it gently rains it gets

even better. A west coast downpour is the best.

You see I am a timid Westerner... it still shows... but I am learning. There

is a 'learning curve' type of thing to my ecstasy.

 

h_____ha.......haha~~~hahaha````haaaaah""HA

 

***CHI***

 

Too bad, this was just a sneeze.

 

I was way better at this when I was eleven. I would actually sometimes

spontaneously erupt into singing and dancing in elementary school... rudely

interrupted by surprised sleepy heads who would look at me funny. Rude

awakenings, this happened enough times to make me walk in line, toe the line

even. When I was 19 it happened again, this outburst of uncontrollable

happiness. I decided to find a place where this would not be stopped. I

thought I'd found that when I entered, of all monasteries, a Trappist one.

It was so good the first little while until... one day, when, returning to

my desk, I found a little slip of paper on it advising me not to be so

exuberant, "Wees meer ingetogen"... Now, try to say that in English: "Be

more inward?"

You see, Trappist monks do not speak, (in those day anyways) they

communicate through sign language and messages on slips of paper (recycled),

otherwise they just pray.

I thought I was doing well on the sign language side...apparently not...

mine was too much body language I suspect.

 

Don't let anybody know you are happy, it may make them realize that they are

not and that is not very sociable.

 

My foot!

My feet indeed, there is an uncontrollable urge for me to go outside. It is

gently raining and a melody is bubbling up in me...

 

Join me?

 

Do I hear you sing Amanda?

 

Anybody else joining in?

 

a_____aa.......aha~~~ahahaha````ahaaaaah""AHA

 

Haaaaaaaaaaarsha?

 

Love and mirth,

Wim