There is something you probably do for yourself that takes you out of mind jabber and into pure positive nothing-ness-everything-ness where all things wonderful are born.
In this beautiful space there is no thinking, no strategic planning, no mental arguing or defense, and no worry. There is no inner dialog recounting a past conversation repeatedly, until you get the conversation “right.” In this expansive and creative space, there are no “couldas” and “shouldas.” Only experimentation and acceptance followed by more joyful, all-out-no-holds-barred creativity.
There is no future and no past in this bliss space. Only now. You can’t think AND do this thing, whatever this thing is for you that creates blissful presence.
Do you know this space I’m talking about?
What is this bliss-producer for you? Do you know?
What are you doing when time disappears? (And, NO, sleeping doesn’t count…. :–) What sends you straight to that open heart space where good things get created in your world?
Just being around music doesn’t necessarily do it for me, although I have experienced some rather amazing vocal concerts and heavenly musical events. Learning a song or voice technique doesn’t do it. Taking a hot bath doesn’t do it, even though a hot bath on a winter day is pretty much heaven.
Maybe the bliss-producing-time-erasing-negative-conversation-obliterating THING, in most cases, is something you DO, not something you enjoy that is coming to you from someone or somewhere else. I don’t know.
I do know that one of my bliss-producing time erasers is improvisational singing in a resonant space. Pure and simple. Add a few like-minded singers and the positive effect of the experience heightens exponentially. It becomes totally indescribable.
Improvisational singing in a resonant space is where every sound OUT comes BACK around to anoint me with a happy barrage of good feelings — something like a surprise shower of sun-filled, life-giving, sweet tasting, sparkling clear drops of water.
This singing is my “thing that I do.”
I don’t know if this kind of singing is nirvana to you, but from presenting it to groups lately, it seems to have appeal to a certain section of the human population, perhaps to those of us for whom sound is serenely soothing.
And for those of us who stop thinking altogether when we sing.
Singing in this way does it all for me. It’s like going on vacation to Europe, seeing a field of flowers in bloom, walking through a farmer’s market full of color and goodness from the earth, looking out over the Great Smokey Mountains, eating a gourmet meal, having great sex and hearing 1,000 angels — simultaneously!
You can see that singing is pretty high on my list of favorites!
Would love to know what your bliss producer is… Thoughts, questions and discussion welcome.