For me, the closest thing to a "holy" or "magical" experience comes with a changed environment - drowsing on an intercity bus and waking to the new sounds at my destination; rousing from a nap into the altered light and chemistry of a given day.
In those moments there is a quiet in my mind that makes my thoughts feel like a crust of untouched snow.
My first words, whatever they might be, powerful enough to transform everything.
I've never had a word for this.
But it is so precious every time.
@MLClark That's beautiful. It reminds me of an experience I had decades ago, when I was at studying in Edinburgh for a bit. I was drowsing on the train from Calais to Paris in the wee hours and I kept half-waking to misty new scenes that were magical and dream-like and otherworldly. Buses and trains, huh?
I'm sure it's related to the "event boundary" phenomenon, when we enter a new space and forget what we came in for. After all, our ancestors certainly only traveled while alert, unless very young and carried, so modern transport is psychologically *weird*. But there's also no need to be scientifically reductionist about it; it's just a lovely, potent, evocative state in which we sometimes find ourselves making meaning. Thank you for sharing yours. ๐
https://news.nd.edu/news/walking-through-doorways-causes-forgetting-new-research-shows/
@MLClark Fascinating, thank you. The "event boundary" -- forgetting while walking through doorways -- is a great concept and title for a collection of poetry or short stories, don't you think?
Ohhhh, that it is! โค๏ธ Have you found much time for your own writing as of late?