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.
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. 💛
https://news.nd.edu/news/walking-through-doorways-causes-forgetting-new-research-shows/
Ohhhh, that it is! ❤️ Have you found much time for your own writing as of late?
@MLClark Nope! 😂 I'm quietly working on a website for my photography so I don't keep spamming my friends' and family's emails, and I may add a bit of text here and there to see if I remember how to write. Thanks for remembering and asking about it. 🧡
Some of our writing comes to us in the act of living. So glad you're developing a space for other creative practice while this one percolates behind the scenes. 💛
@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?