May 5, 2012
I woke up, donned a face mask to cover my eyes, and sat up. My friend would act as my caretaker and guide if I needed assistance. I spent the entirety of the day without vision, and also without speech.
I played and sorted through vinyl and my thoughts, for much of the day. The voices of my friends were fresh. Flavors were savored. The pace of the day; slow. He took me on a trip to a destination that was kept from my knowledge. Windows down, the air was so refreshing against my face. I felt so deeply grateful. It was a time that permitted me to turn off all effort and to relinquish any control – real or imagined – that I am typically highly tuned into. This type of release and acceptance is something I rarely experience. After the drive we arrived in a space without the sound of traffic or voices. Grass was beneath my feet – we had left the city. He guided me through challenging terrain and set us up under what smelled like pines. Shoes off, pine needles and soil beneath my feet, I did some exploring. It was intuitive, finding a sunny spot. He then set me up to sit against a large wood. He brought apples and grapefruit which we accompanied the sunshine and silence. Boys passed us, lost on a trail. I felt them staring at me. He brought with us also a singing bowl whose sound provided much detail and subtlety and beauty. We hiked back through the woods; this time my shoes stayed off and my only guidance from my partner was the sound of him walking a few steps in front of me. This is an experience I highly recommend. Balance and the tactile feedback from bare feet along with the senses of smell and sound become heightened. A drive back, punctuated by a stop for coal-fired pizza – so delicious! Again, strangers around me. Are they looking at me? Do they wonder?
Music, oranges, meditation, sounds, the soft thin mattress. Rest.
Thank you to my friend and guide. I will repay you with the same experience you gifted me.