sigur ros is putting me into a reflective mood. For sadastras' record, sigur ros' music is airlightinty blue and has stripes depending on the song and album. () is the one I'm listening to now . . . that brings up another sort of question.

There are afternoons where the light is blue--so blue it tints the air so that everyone walks through mist or water. Breathing slows to a discernable beat and if you stand still too long your heartbeat sways your body. You even *blink* slowly. I find myself standing by windows a lot, feeling out the eye of the storm; not analysing, but just experiencing. There's a feeling of Somebody knowing you, your thoughts, feelings, experiences, your dragons and swords and wounds. If you could put it into words, it would be something like "Thou art thyself, and I embrace thee. The struggles I see in thee will never fade, and I do not apologise. Endure! There is a home waiting for thee in the End." It's hard to see that into words since the feeling is just of a presence. It is very much the feeling you get in the eye of a storm. A deep sorrow and an acceptance of the fact that I have promised to "make it" to whatever end fills my very being. Every rain drop slows it's path to listen, and every cloud's turmoil is filled with the power of this numinous Presence. The quality of the light and the air feels so sharp in your lungs, and the sorrow is almost breathstopping. If you could move beyond your heartbeat you feel you would weep.

It is so peacegiving and frightening. Anybody else have moments like this?

(Oh, a note that I found out recently: in olden times, it was thought that blue light denoted a dwelling of angels or demons. Interesting: )