Welcome back to Musing Interruptus, thank you for clicking, thank you for listening. This is a  space for reflection on diverse and mostly non-transcendent things. You can read along. It might be useful.
Today, a story… or maybe just the start… An Education and a Fascination.
Listen, she said. Listen and you can hear the universe expand and contract. Like breathing. We are all part of it. The woman’s voice was impossible to dismiss (not consider), you could hear the years, you could see them in her crinkly (wrinkled) hands. Her granddaughter listened intently (with great attention), she knew there were truths she would not learn anywhere else. She also knew that it was the only place she would confirm if magic was real.
Lorena was 14. Her surroundings felt dull, the air stale. The old house was built in the seventies, it was the nineties. The walls were covered in yellowing wallpaper. She was eager (really wanting to) to learn the secrets of the house and the people who lived there. She was used to ferreting through (looking, rummaging) her parent’s things; her grandmother’s house held a promise of treasures yet to be discovered. Of course, as most stories between a granddaughter and a grandmother, the greatest treasures were found in the companionship, friendship, complicity, and bridge to the past.
Listen, the old woman said. You can do what your heart desires, it is there for the asking and the taking. Look beyond what you think you know and trust in the connection you feel. The closeness you feel with me, the memories we have made, let that be part of the energy you send out to the universe, be part of it, let your particles dance. Don’t be afraid.  She took Lorena’s hand in hers. Close your eyes, the old woman’s voice was soft. Lorena shot out a  guarded (not wanting to show her thoughts) and wary (cautious) smile. This is probably one of her stories, she thought to herself. She can’t be serious. She is the oldest adult in the family.  Her grandmother began to breathe in and out deeply. A humming noise from the back of her throat. Lorena imitated the breath. She could smell the years on her grandmother’s exhales. She tried to control the breaths. Breathe in now, she thought to herself, shortening her exhale. Now they were breathing in time. Lorena couldn’t focus on her breath anymore, her grandmother’s hand felt so fragile. Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice…
Move your energy from the inside out, put your feelings in it, send the feelings out, project them like a light, hold your focus on your energy, hold it there until you feel it is constant. Lorena started to feel it, she felt it and imagined the places it was going, she sent it to the trees, she sent it past the neighborhood park, she sent it to envelop (cover/surround) her best friend. She sent the best of herself, imagining she was sending protective energy. She also couldn’t get away from the image of colorful bears fighting evil with their belly powers. Lorena didn’t laugh. She wanted to…
The next day at school, she looked at her friend from the other end of the classroom. She wondered if it had worked. She knew her friend needed to be protected from something. How she wished her energy were enough. Would her friend think she was crazy if she said all of this out loud? She had until recess to think about it. That gave her four classes to make a decision.
So there you have it, gentle listeners. Tell me, does Lorena’s experience ring true to you? Or is it all just fun and games? I’m listening.

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