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I was recently sitting down to eat lunch with someone when I shared some ideas for a wind chime I’d been designing. She looked at me and said, “Wind chime?” I said yes. She said that just seemed like not my kind of thing. I stopped for a moment. She was right—it would not typically be something I would make. So how did I get here? I paused to figure out the answer for myself before I could even respond to my companion across the table. “Well, it came to me in a meditation,” I said. “I felt it needed to be done.” She still looked puzzled. A look that said, “Okay… but still, a wind chime? You?” Then a spark flashed. The words started pouring out of my mouth, even before I knew what they were. I found myself explaining that during meditation, I’d had a flash of a garden bee sculpture, and I felt like something like that would be the perfect project right now. It was actually perfect. The chimes produce vibration and sound. Something I had been thinking deeply about lately. How vibrations…

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