Hello again. I've been stupidly busy over the last two weeks and, therefore, short on posts (did anyone notice?).
Anyway, this weekend was a blissful release from a cycle of work,home, eat sleep, work, home, eat sleep.
I got out on the bike on a bilssfully sunny morning, cooked some toothsome winter food, pounded some lengths in the pool, played some great music too loud and spent some time rambling with Mrs Northern in the pub. It reminded me of the copy below that Matt from work had written for something that never saw the light of day. It was about an escape from our jaded, cocooned over indulged lives where everything in now an assimilation of the real thing - but this is what felt like this weekend.
Hope you don't mind Matt.
This is what it feels like.
Out of the blue, it happens, something inside you. You feel different. Rearranged.
It’s like just now, only more so. It even tastes different.
Like a numbness passed, it’s as if you’ve stepped back inside yourself and are looking out. Seeing anew. Switched on. Watching the moment passing in front of your eyes.
You want to hear the sound of your own voice.
‘Are you feeling something?’ ‘Can you feel it too?’
You don’t quite feel yourself, yet you’ve never been more certain of who you are.
And then it makes sense. This is what it feels like to feel.
This is familiar. But.
Something’s different, you know it. You can feel it. Something’s here that wasn’t before.
You feel more present, more dense. More visible, more connected to the air around you.
You feel more.
Have you really ‘changed’? Or have you only just noticed who you are?
Why are you smiling?
If you’re heart is beating faster, it’s probably because you are a little more alive.
Yes, this is you. This is what it feels like to feel.