Ahem; I got a bit carried away by nothing in particular

[sanura]

The concurrence of the thunderstorm and a flask of rose oil and the availability of good speakers for my happy playlist have incapacitated me. There are probably other factors, too, but those are the ones immediately identifiable. I am reduced to turning the music up as loud as it goes and opening the doors and being poured on, by water and sound. The bass thunders through me between real thunderclaps, closer than the next house and loud enough, probably not salutary (like dancing too long and crying till you throw up and swimming underwater until your brain throbs and doing too many somersaults and falling through the air at 120mph and tuning a microtonal chord perfectly till you run out of breath) to keep me vibrating with a real physical reaction as well as thrill, low enough to feel not just in my chest, but in my heart. The shock is as much an ecstasy as any orgasm, more than most. The face-cracking grin hurts perfectly, and the tears streaming down my face sometimes get inhaled in an excess of hyperventilating exhiliration, an overload of sensation on all fronts.

It’s exhausting, being this happy, and I have to resort to less indescribable pinnacles. The usual channels of expression seem inadequate, but what is there to do when a fit of manic euphoria overwhelms you but turn the music up as far as it will go and dance wildly in the kitchen while you bake cookies of joy and gladness? What? Listing the ways in which the world is inconceivably awesome?

Enumerating the things I love, shades of iridescence, turns of phrase, senses of humor, chord progressions, textures of suede, the tendency of humanity to accumulate myths and riff on them in the collective consciousness, physical or electronic, the ability of wax to both stick to you and peel delightfully off with your fingerprints still in it, the fact my mother loves me, the preciousness of stones and metal, the smell of post-thunderstorm dirt, the invention of the drum, the growth of a callus in response to habitual friction, the anatomy of the feline shoulder, the anatomy of the human hand, the devotion of worthy minds to scientific pursuits, endorphins, reptilian scales, orchestration. Excuse me while I jump for joy.

Comments

[ceteranna.livejournal.com]

Your last paragraph has healing powers. Amen.

[sanura.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sister.