When I went out for my 30min walk, this morning, I didn’t have great expectations. Edinburgh was grey and gloomy, as Scotland can often be. Walking down one of the main roads, I started reflecting on the huge impact the weather has on human feelings and interacions.
People were walking alone, just a few groups (2 or 3 people at most), rarely smiling or talking to each other, the expressions serious and bored, reflecting the cloudy sky on top of them. I could see no colours, only sporadic spots of yellow, red or blue in the jackets of the tourists.
All of the sudden a carnival music started to play and a Police car decorated with balloons came up from the end of the street. It was opening a parade of vehicles, mostly cabs, each one decorated with masks, balloons and puppets of all sorts. People in it were driving, waving, and mercilessly using water shotguns on the people walking by (nobody was spared!). I asked to a woman close to me what was going on, and it turns out it was the Taxi Trade Children’s Outing which has place in Edinburgh once a year.
It was heartwarming and very emotional. And then I though how amazing: how everything was transformed, by the simple act of reaching out and creating a contact! People were stopping and smiling and awakening and feeling the connection with each other again. Even the Sun came out for a bit.
The rest of the day has been flowing quite relaxed, I was feeling content.
Up until the meditation of 30 minutes of this evening, which gave me some troubles again. My mind wouldn’t rest, I was feeling anxious, and despite trying to focus on the mantra I was listening to, I could not relax. Finally, I tried to sing out the Om, which was initially coming out weak and untuned. Just about a minute before the half hour was up, I managed to relax into the Om and feel my mind, soul and body connecting as a whole again.
Today the key to find myself connected again was the sound: first the music and laughter in the street, then the sound of my own voice.
