|photo by Giuseppe Bovo|
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Nostalgia is an intuitive nudge with a profound emotional echo. It has a gentle tenderness, like bathing in a faded truth. A flicker of inner light sparks something, a moment in time that deeply matters to you. For a quick-taste, your heart is there again.
Intuition drives action to do, think or feel something. Nostalgia drives us to be thankful. Like a kiss that turns the world upside-down, there's a flame. In a flash of nostalgic warmth we renew bonds with a time that matters.
Time is the fourth dimension. Is nostalgia being in two dimensions at once? I don't know. When nostalgia drives you to learn about yourself and reconnect with what matters to your heart – that is beautiful. For a glorious instant, you know what is real. It is a lucid moment.
In your tenderist heart, memories of love, peace and kindness are heldsacred and irrevocable. Nostalgia is a nuzzle of soul stirs connections with timing and the choreography of change.
Sensing nostalgia is deeply personal. A sudden pull, connection or meaning floods the moment. There is a reason. There is a reason for everything. Intuitively you know the answers. Every person has the sense of curiosity in their heart. We wonder why we're here. We search our past for healing and rhythms of Justice. Nostalgia refreshes memory.
I heard a beautiful intelligent and compassionate talk about Nostalgia today at The Rubin Museum. I learned nostalgia is an intuitive nudge that everyone experiences. Being nostalgic is the transcendent experience of thinking sensually. Time is the fourth dimension and we are part of it.
We are increasingly sensitive to the value and energy of time and purpose. Humanity is a jewel. Every person is a facet of it. Our time is held together by a seductive connection between our sun and the fiery heart of mother earth. Nostalgia is how we know private truths. It’s a soul caress that reminds us that Life is sacred.
Like all great passions, nostalgia is multidimensional. A nostalgic moment happens inside a different place. A touch, a scent, the light, music or a picture unlocks a dimension of time to swell the flicker of light in your heart.
This evening a wine glass gave me a flash of nostalgia. My inner-critic said: What an odd thing to remember. Then I knew why I was experiencing nostalgia – because that speck of time matters to me. I hugged the glimpse/feel/taste of it with my heart. I am so thankful.
Memories, Barbra Streisand