Nothing to do with Anything

At the end of yoga, during our relaxation poses, the instructor has us laid out, eyes closed, focused totally inward. Then she rings this bell thing. I've never actually wanted to open my eyes to see it, that would spoil it. But for descriptive purposes, it sounds like a much deeper version of running your wet finger around the edge of a water glass. It gets inside your head somehow. At the end of this long tone, you start wondering if it is just in your head, if anyone else hears it, if you are perhaps so deep in a meditative state that it's only for you.

Tonight was like that, only with bagpipes. I know there is a debate over whether or not bagpipes are an actual musical instrument...some people think they sound like cats being stepped on. But what a delicious caterwhauling of sound. Just like that yoga bell, I closed my eyes, and that cacophany got inside my head and I could feel it all the way inside, rattling my bones.

I forget how good that feels, that transcendance.

Of course, it helped that the bagpipe player had a sexy brogue and a beard down to his waistband. Mmmm.