Sunday, 12 May 2013

Symphony of sense

So,

I just spent an hour in my bathroom, in a warm - well bubbled - bath, with about 15 candles and one album of music.

Today I've felt really rubbish, I needed to reinvigorate myself, and for me there is no better way than to spend an hour in a warm bath, basking and bathing in God's presence, praying occasionally intentionally but generally just spending time in the courts of The Holy Spirit.

So imagine the scene - if you can place yourself in it - really really dark room, warm water rippling in response to any movement, the mountains of bubbles popping gently, candle light flickering around the room. Quietly playing the album Valtari by Sigur Ros in the background.

Gradually you become aware of the popping of the bubbles. They are present as the music builds and falls, that seem to be in time with the song but also complementing and accompanying it. They are continually bursting, popping in random perfection.

With your eyes closed you still notice the way the candle flickers. The way it rolls, building and fading. As if conspiring with the bubbles, syncing its flitting to the music. It fills the room, rippling around as if in slow motion, you can almost track its motion.

Your have been still and silent for 25 minutes now. All the while you're asking God to reveal something amazing, breathtaking; perhaps unbelievable to you. Oblivious to the symphony of sense surrounding you.

The warmth and softness of the water, the bubbles playing their own song through the music, the light dancing throughout. The symphony of sense envelopes you.
The gentle crackle of a candle burnt to embers adding another layer to the music. The sweet scent of its smoke fills the air as the smoke itself carves an intricate dance.

Light dances. Scents drift and sound sings, carried by the wind of truth that nothing is dull until it is considered ordinary. That everything has beauty, even that which cannot be appreciated.

There is a God.
Every sound is singing, everything has a response to bring to Him. Maybe you just don't open your eyes enough to see.

This is the bath I just had.