Feeling lost, finding yourself again thanks to a detail that you had not considered with your eyes open and now, in the dark, you understand that it has always been there, it was you who could not see it.
The bandage covers the eyes softly, allowing to filter just about the shades of light but prevents the eyes see the things that up until a few minutes before seemed obvious. A new world opens up in the dark, a world where smell, touch and hearing are emphasized and lead you to an ecstasy of amazing and frightening sensations. The scent of the grass is so "fresh" you want to drink it, the birds tweeting becomes a primordial symphony in which to get lost and the wind on the skin an endless caress.
Dancing in a frenzied rhythm, throwing yourself to the ground, shaking the body convulsively, wrapped in music as if it were an amniotic fluid. Closing your eyes is not the same thing, because you know you can open them at any time and get back to normal. Being "forced" to wear a bandage for 7 hours places you in an introspective condition that you can resist or choose to be guided by. How you live the experience remains YOUR choice. Trying to count the steps to find the point from which you started and realize that despite the attention you put in, you ended up somewhere else. Feeling lost, finding yourself again thanks to a detail that you had not considered with your eyes open and now, in the dark, you understand that it has always been there, it was you who could not see it. It is a continuous coming in and out of oneself. Physically and emotionally. Dark and light, yin and yang. When eventually you untie the blindfold, the feeling of gratitude is almost unbearable, the tears flow Niagara Falls style, the contours of things, of faces, so clear to leave you stunned. Gratitude for being able to see, which for those who see is obvious, but believe me, it is not. Gratitude for those who gave me the opportunity to make this experience, offering it with love and awareness, as only they can do.