Energies, Cont.

NaomiWolfSubstack.com ^ | July 7, 2023 | Naomi Wolf

[Twotone]

I promised God, as you recall, in the hospital where I lay nearly dying, that, if I was allowed to live, I would write the things which I most feared to write.

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Ever since I was first conscious, I was aware that I perceived some things differently than did many of those around me. In kindergarten, I realized (without, of course, having the word for this) that I had synesthesia — the condition in which one sense spills over into another; people with this form of perception hear colors, or taste sound, or in other ways activate different senses at the same time [https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/322807]. In my case, I so vividly saw numbers as colors — “1” as yellow, “2” as green, “3” as red, “4” as brown, “5” (my least favorite number) as black, “6” as light blue, and so on — that I was astonished to discover that this way of seeing the colors of numbers, was not experienced by everyone in my class. That was the first time I felt ashamed and embarrassed when I realized that my perception made me different from the peers with whom I wished so much to fit in.

Somehow I managed to suppress this “odd” way of seeing numbers - a suppression which also, sadly, later made it quite difficult for me to enjoy numbers (or, as a result, to do math).

Though I managed to censor my synesthesia, my awareness as a child that perception was fluid, and that currents of all kinds were continually flowing around us all — and that the physical world was illuminated and glowing and magical, but also that it contained dark and scary forces — could not be suppressed.

[drSteve78]

A remarkable read.

[bravo whiskey]

2 years ago we were driving from Denver to Phoenix to visit east coast childhood friends who were house sitting for their son. We stopped at Painted Desert and I found a spot that was so calming it brought me to tears. I could feel the stress leaving my body like draining a container. I wish I could find a spot closer to home like that. The people I can tell understand. The ones I do not tell is because I do not think they would understand.
Ofc most people do not think I am an HSP and an introvert so.....

[drSteve78]

The people I can tell understand.

Those are the ones that matter most.

Went to a Marty Stuart and the Fabulous Superlatives concert recently, where Stuart referenced in conversation breaks an upcoming (now released) album inspired by some sensitive time in the desert.

My intense professional daughter escapes stress when she is able by camping in places like Moab.

Remarkable the Peace and Beauty that nature holds

[Mean Daddy]

I’ve traveled to places where I was depressed when we left due to leaving the serenity and peace of the location. I’ve read where musicians state that there are colors in their music. I believe when we’re younger, we’re more in tune with our environment but through our parents, teachers, friends etc. influence we lose or suppress it. Some of what the author wrote feels to me more like New Age Spiritualism.