The sound of anachronism

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When I open my mouth.

My whole heart comes out.

I don’t even care what the world thinks about how I sound

Christina Aguilera, Sing For Me

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feel it

Anachronism (noun): an error in chronology; a person or thing that’s chronologically out of place

I put my hand under the faucet, letting cold water touch my skin, skin warmed up by my boiling mind. I am here. The really cold water remind me of this simple fact that we often forget. I close my eyes a bit, to enjoy the sensation even more. Closing my eyes brings back memories from other times when I was not in the here and now. When my chaotic life consisted of more tomorrows and yesterdays than life today That was the time when my colors were grey, my mood black and my road consisted of an invisible bleak color. I made no sound then, only some lamenting noise that I`d rather mute.

We come to this world from a watery place that feels safe like a warm, cozy house. There we are all alike, we know nothing more except what our fluid surroundings tell us. When we finally come out to our version of reality, we have to find our place in it.  Some of us, never quite do. At one point we`d rather be at a mountain top, smoking plants with ancient mountain-people, at another rather lie burrowed in the earth we supposedly come from. We swim upstream and downstream, seldom relaxing to just float. Bubbles burst, and shattered pieces remind us of who we once were.

Last year I got the chance to travel to dream-destinations of mine. China. It was my chance to be in my tomorrows, walk on my mountain-tops and my chance to just be. comP 9c165416270d54f35ead568db79bdc96From early on, I feel in love with simple life-views portrayed in movies like Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter and.., Spring and books like “Eat pray, love”. The first steps to some of these philosophical views were mapped out by Asians, so the wish to walk at the same earth as they did,  grew until the turning compass-needle in my heart pointed directly at Asia. What would I see in my own personal mirror?

One of the many places I got the chance to touch with myl Norwegian shoes, was Hong Kong. There I enjoyed an extraordinary experience where I sure felt out of place constantly, silently enjoying it.

When you eat, do you taste every bit like it would be your last? When I was a child, I remember how I enjoyed a German chocolate after coming back to Norway. I saved it as long as I could, prolonging the joyful taste and thereby squeezing more happiness from it. I did this since I knew it would be long until next time a piece of  Yogurette could melt on my tongue. The more grown-up and richer one gets, the less one savors what enters our senses. For this reason, “Dialogue in the dark” was just what my under-stimulated nerve-cells needed. Before I attended this unorthodox tourist-experience, I just knew that it was created by blind people, and that we would learn something from it. My inner owl hooted in satisfaction, even when someone put a blindfold over me over me and 9 other unknown people eyes. It was pitch dark, but the next hour were filled with so much color that it felt like I finally could see again.

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the sound of anachronism

I heard a classical piece of music that whirred up strong emotions, I touched objects that made my senses boomerang in wonder. I heard sounds never noticed before, and my body was drenched in water that almost crept under my skin. The excitement I felt, doubled by the mere presence of the strangers around me who had their own surprised exclaims and sounds. Although I`ll never meet those people again, their voices and laughter has left an imprint on my soul. The exquisite meal we had at the end, felt like it must have done for the 12 disciples. With no sight and no disturbing white noise, I could fully appreciate what I tasted and how lucky I was to be there.

I sure felt the truth of this after we had touched, tasted, felt and walked in the dark, but shining, room in Hong Kong. In the loud silence of our journey through the dark, I could focus completely on how the food tasted and felt. I also had time to appreciate the fact that I sat there, completely free from inhibitions and restrictions, enjoying food some children never get to taste. I am one of the one percent of the population with this chance,

Even if this can be categorized under the most disorganized experiences of my life, I have never felt so clear about anything before.

Where have you arrived, and what is the sound of your symphony in the dark?

 Daily Prompt 

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8 thoughts on “The sound of anachronism

    annarosemeeds said:
    August 4, 2013 at 23:59

    Beautiful and powerful post once again! I love reading everything that you write!

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    December 4, 2013 at 20:14

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    awax1217 said:
    April 5, 2015 at 12:25

    I use to wake up and play music to pump my day up. I liked the theme to good, bad and ugly. The cemetery scene. It builds up to a climax. I wrote today’s blog for you. Give it a read and let me know what you think. I value your opinion.

      mirrorgirl responded:
      April 6, 2015 at 08:31

      Wow, that is so nice to hear! Music is often something that resonates with what we have on our minds. It strengthens it, makes us feel alive! I am glad you are able to do this, to keep life floating through your veins.

    Anthony Turi said:
    April 5, 2015 at 20:21

    Brilliant post! It reminded me of many things. The period in my life when I lived in China. And the power of music also – I have been thinking about Chopin a lot recently. Once again, your writing evokes strong emotions in me. Thank you.

      mirrorgirl responded:
      April 6, 2015 at 08:30

      Thank you for a very encouraging comment. How long did you live in China? I am in awe about your courage to move to places and really get to know the culture, I wish I was as brave! I guess you follow your emotions; Music, experiencing new things, truly enjoying everything that is connected to feelings.

        Anthony Turi said:
        April 6, 2015 at 19:41

        Hey. Thank you for your thank you! I ended up living in China for two years… and then in Taiwan for another year and a half. Great times. So memorable. Thank you for your kind words too – much appreciated. I guess for me it really is about trying to experience things as authentically as possible. And by the sounds of it, you are a pretty brave person too: very honest in your writing and I gather you have a big move going on too – so good luck to you with all that. I have enjoyed your recent flurry of blog posts – always nice to see your new writing in my Reader. Good luck to you with everything. Anthony. 🙂

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