I strum the guitar, just as the dream begins, and close my eyes, and look within. The sound coming from this instrument fills me with a knowing that feels like the best of times akin.
Back and forth, and forth and back, strumming, all the while there’s more coming. Hands slide up and down the neck, fingers tired, yet no one remembers, because the music Is simply glorious in all it’s radiance.
The vibration shakes my being, core holding tight to this very special delight. Skin prickles, wakes up, just as the goose bumps begin to flush.
I sit and stare out the window, as light, refracting, dances and glints at me, reminiscent of memories of another time, filling my face with light that glows brightly from within as the presence sits upright and holds tight.
Within the temple of my senses, the mystery I contemplate awakens me to the quiet immensity of the antenna of my satellite.
I watch, listen, and learn, from within, the presence fills me with such delight, and the awakening keeps my mind clear insight.
The outer world’s reflection is alive with sprites, beings in this garden of Gaia’s night.
Behold, the sense of alight you feel, as you watch, the silent observer within, for the next part of this rhyme, we may call life’s present to sight.
Dreaming imagination, yet steady observance within this soul vehicle, drifting in and out of shades of consciousness whilst grounding to the foundations of the earth’s core vibration.
Within and without, such a dance of wonder and joy to conjure and explore. Stay and move with the vibration that’s there, for it’s the gift of this life’s stability and core.
Presence is present as a present, multitudes of every giving galore.
We hope you enjoyed this second collaboration between Amber of DiosRaw and myself. Much fun.
Wonder about the path underfoot, gravely in spots, wet and muddy like another, and semi-solid in some others.
Ponder the present, all that I see, yes, beneath me, and also out in front in that lea. Tall grass swaying in the wind, brushing each other, like kith and kin, a dance of the neighborly ties that bring us together in every kind of weather.
Fascinated by all that I hear, off in the distance, and more close with such persistence. Overwhelming at times, just like a nursery rhyme read aloud to the young. All grown up now, lost in the brilliance of each moment together under the sun.
Astonished by all that I feel, a gentle breeze, cold and prickly on the skin, rustling goose bumps from their slumber, as I along lumber.
Amazed at all that I smell, that flower off yonder, and the fresh fragrance of the tiled blue mosaic, encapsulating the essence of herbs and spices, as I continue to wander.
Senses are interesting to figure, as they continue to flitter. All of the above bring joy to my being, filling me with a knowing of all that’s bigger.
A moment and an eternity, all wrapped up in one precious instant, so when you’re next out and about, please don’t forget to consider.
Have you ever heard of the Highly Sensitive Person (HSP)? Hm. Either way, know that although I’ve been a highly sensitive person my whole life, I had never heard this phrase until about 2 years ago. Here’s what happened.
About 2 years ago I was at a team building event, and we had one of our instructors come and talk about the highly sensitive person.
It only took about 10 minutes for me to get it. Yep. Then?
As I reflected upon the information I received at the teambuilding, and the new information from the book, so many things occured to me about my childhood, youthood, and adulthood.
I could clearly see my high sensitivity, what was then labeled as shyness or actually derogatorily called being sensitive.
I internalized my shyness and sensitivity as a problem for many, many years.
What I could have never known as a child, youth, or even as an adult previous to a couple of years ago, is that being a highly sensitive person is also a paradox, and a gift. Yep. How, you ask?
Sure. One, question first.
What do you think of when you imagine someone that is highly sensitive; or what association do you make? It’s okay. It’s not a judgement.
Did you see someone in a position of weakness, or in need of help? It’s okay if you did, today it’s normal.
What I am showing you is that in language being sensitive is associated with weakness; and, that that same language is what is used to experientially socialize children to think of high sensitivity as a weakness.
Now, though I am pleasantly surprised that the definition leads with receptivity and capability, it soon enough gets to easily hurt or damaged. Unfortunate, and just plainly not ture.
What is true is that being a person with high sensitivity, like most things in life, is a paradox. How, you ask? Right, well, let’s take a look shall we.
First, let’s explore high sensitivity. Now, know that my experience with the topic of high sensitivity is in being a person with high sensitivity. Meaning, that I’ve not read much about the topic.
Having high senstiivty pretty much means as it sounds. That, in some aspects, people with high sensitivity are more sensitive to external and internal stimulation.
Here are a couple of examples.
People might be highly sensitive to light, sound, touch, taste, smell, and emotions, both their own, and other peoples. There are many ways these sensitivities manifest, which you can check out on the Highly Sensitive Person website.
More often than not, people that have high sensitivity do not know it. Some don’t ever end up knowing it, and some, like myself, do. Approximately 15 to 20% of the population has high sensitivity.
The issue with not knowing, is that people with high sensitivity may end up internalizing their sensitivity as a problem, which is unhealthy and can be destructive.
Many people with high sensitivity end up using unhealthy coping mechanisms, like substance abuse, to bury their sensitivity and inability to understand and cope in more healthy ways.
I label high sensitivity as a paradox to push the limits of language and experience, of what is known. Important. Example? Of course.
I know several people with high sensitivity; and, all of them are clear and strong.
Yep, they are sensitive, and sensitive in different ways, yet that sensitivity makes them clearer and stronger.
A paradox.
In language, as we discussed, sensitivity is associated with a weakness, or deficit, which is simply not the case.
When people that are highly sensitive know about their sensitivity, they can learn to cope with their higher sensitivity, and, in many cases, higher emotional input and output in more healthy ways.
Further, because emotions are felt more, both internal and external, it provides the highly sensitive person with a gift.
The gift of feeling more, knowing more, and loving more.
Another gift is being able to sense where people are at emotionally. Super helpful always, and even more so in leadership roles.
It gives you the opportunity to meet people exactly where they are, free of any judgement. You understand your emotions more, and so you understand other people’s emotions more too. It works like that.
Being a person with high sensitivity has been a journey from thinking for many, many years that I was broken to the realization that I am clear about my emotions and stronger for my sensitivities. Much Stronger.
If you think you might be a person living with high sensitivity, I recommend you take the sensitivity quiz on the Highly Sensitive Person website.
Regardless of whether you are a person living with high sensitivity or not, it is important to remember that our senses and emotions are part of being human. We all have them.
Yes, some people are more sensitive than others to their senses and emotions. However, we all need to take the time to understand our sensations and emotions; time to be with them, and greet them with compassion and grace.
Along the way, please also don’t forget to continue to extend yourself that same compassion and grace. You deserve it.
