I feel terribly invigorated after this weekend’s seminar, and it’s all thanks to…the things that were said at the seminar.
Truth be told, it was about 50% talking, and the rest of the time we spent doing the thing you should spend 75% of the doing, except we were doing it 50%. And that…is listening. We had regular rhythmic meditation and transcendental absorption sessions, where we were to simply lie down and absorb the ambient sounds of the session, take them into the little house that is our soul and ruminate upon them. I heard SO many new and wonderful noises during that time, including the mating cry of the capybara, the gentle whisper of the aurora borealis over downtown Seattle, and a car engine.
Of course, that one I knew, but there was a fellow who’d visited every single auto repair centre, Fairfield, Preston, Brunswick, and also other, less important places. He’d watched the mechanics at work, fixing cars and creating a marvellous cacophony of noises, and recorded them with their permission while they carried out a number of tasks. He then spent hours remixing all the sounds into a marvellous mix of mechanical majesty, for our listening pleasure. And a pleasure it is, because I requested a copy for my private meditations. Many an hour since then have I spent, simply drinking in the whirrs, the clicks, the…you know, whatever sound the thing that lifts up the cars makes when it lifts up the cars. You know, the car-lifty-wub-wub-zurr noise. It speaks to me, like an unusually-mechanical symphony. Special thanks and prayers sent the way of all the best car mechanics Thornbury has ever seen. Thanks to those who gave us this gift through their hard work and determination! I know I’m just listening to them work, but trust me…I know determination when I hear it relayed through a series of bangs, crashes and clangs.
-Deirdre